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metamorphosis2012-04-22 04:52 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-04-22 04:52 pm
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Title: sway sway to the end of the day
Characters: Luca Milda
Rating: G
101/365.
the boat sways beneath their feet, easing along the small swells of the ocean. he supposes to some - like spada and ricardo - it brings a sense of comfort, but to others - chiefly himself and iria - it brings only sickness. not giving closing his eyes and pretending it’s his mother, humming a lullaby like she used to, helps. if anything, it makes him sicker, as does trying to read as the boat bobs up and down on the waves. it’s hard to distract himself and even harder to stand, and so he stays sat below deck, eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the cabin. he’s practically alone, aside from iria asleep in her hammock, fingers through the ropes as if fearing she’d fall out of it while she dreamt. hermana was probably in the crow’s nest with ricardo beside her (although he looked pale every time she wanted to go up, and someone had to watch her, right?) and ange was likely with spada at the bow of the deck, watching the blue, blue sea.
it feels like hours before he drags himself up the stairs to see that yes, he’s right on all his guesses; loneliness is what propels him despite his seasickness, and he finds his place against the railing, watching spada and ange chat. they’re a handsome pair, although she’s a few years his senior - and luca’s honestly surprised to see them getting along. it isn’t as though they fight (ange is too sweet to do anything but scold, and spada’s eyes stay on her maidenly curves most of the time instead of looking ahead to pick fights) but it’s rare to see spada with a carefree grin and ange laughing at something he’s said. just watching the two makes him green with envy (and seasickness, once he remembers he’s on a boat) and he scales the ropes to the crow’s nest to sit beside ricardo and watch hermana with her head on her arms, watching the clouds on the horizon.
Characters: Luca Milda
Rating: G
101/365.
the boat sways beneath their feet, easing along the small swells of the ocean. he supposes to some - like spada and ricardo - it brings a sense of comfort, but to others - chiefly himself and iria - it brings only sickness. not giving closing his eyes and pretending it’s his mother, humming a lullaby like she used to, helps. if anything, it makes him sicker, as does trying to read as the boat bobs up and down on the waves. it’s hard to distract himself and even harder to stand, and so he stays sat below deck, eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the cabin. he’s practically alone, aside from iria asleep in her hammock, fingers through the ropes as if fearing she’d fall out of it while she dreamt. hermana was probably in the crow’s nest with ricardo beside her (although he looked pale every time she wanted to go up, and someone had to watch her, right?) and ange was likely with spada at the bow of the deck, watching the blue, blue sea.
it feels like hours before he drags himself up the stairs to see that yes, he’s right on all his guesses; loneliness is what propels him despite his seasickness, and he finds his place against the railing, watching spada and ange chat. they’re a handsome pair, although she’s a few years his senior - and luca’s honestly surprised to see them getting along. it isn’t as though they fight (ange is too sweet to do anything but scold, and spada’s eyes stay on her maidenly curves most of the time instead of looking ahead to pick fights) but it’s rare to see spada with a carefree grin and ange laughing at something he’s said. just watching the two makes him green with envy (and seasickness, once he remembers he’s on a boat) and he scales the ropes to the crow’s nest to sit beside ricardo and watch hermana with her head on her arms, watching the clouds on the horizon.