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metamorphosis2012-04-22 05:16 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-04-22 05:16 pm
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Title: “let me go to the window, watch there the day-shapes of dusk, and wait and know the coming of a little love.”
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
112/365.
In the books, things always happened by a window: in A Sequence of Three Orphans’ Increasing Misfortune, a wide window shattered and nearly brought the three down into the swelling sea; numerous heroes had their adventures started by something they saw out the window or having it crash through; and heroines always looked out to see the man who’d become the love of her life riding down the road, just by chance.
Spada isn’t the love of his life, but he’s certainly riding down the road and Luca hides in his curtains, peeking out when he hears the loud clopping of hooves on cobblestone stop outside his window. He moves fully into Spada’s view, folding his arms on the window sill and peering out at him, furrowing his brow at the horse.
“I knew you knew how to ride, but I didn’t think you’d actually ever do it. Is that yours?” Spada nods at his question and pats the dun-colored beast, grinning. “‘course she is. She ain’t much, but she’s somethin’.”
Luca looks over his shoulder, just to make sure his parents aren’t around (he can hear his mother singing to herself in the kitchen, and his father’s likely in his study), then climbs out the window and slides down the wall, oomphing when he hits the dirt. Spada gives him a five out of ten (signified with fingers and met with rolled eyes) and holds out a hand to him.
“Wanna ride?” He asks, keeping his hand held out even after Luca shakes his head and gives the dun mare a wary glance. “She ain’t gonna bite you like one of Iria’s horses. Come on, it’ll be fun. Maybe you’ll even stay on this time.”
The small jab at falling gets him to take the offered hand and get helped up in front of Spada; for a moment, he’s pressed right against him, caged, before the latter scoots back a little and straightens up. Luca curls his fingers into the saddle and yelps softly as they start off to the road and down it. It’s an easy pace, although the slight sway of the trot makes him think of sailing and he has to keep his eyes on the bright white stones of Regnum’s street, and he feels Spada press his thighs inward. Allegro quickens her steps, just a little, and they make their way through Regnum. People give them passing glances - some children giggle and scream how they want to ride the horsey, too - and Luca shrinks back into Spada, feeling more than a little self-conscious, but Spada just nudges him with the side of his arm and keeps his hands on the reins, grinning at whoever he locks eyes with.
The ride isn’t too long (he has to get back before dinner, after all) but Luca’s tired from it anyway, carefully sliding off the mare once they get back to his house and smiling at Spada. Spada grins in return (not the same grin he gave the people earlier — one that was a little different, maybe softer) and Luca stretches, feeling warm.
“Thank you for the ride, Spada. Can we do it again some time?” He glances back at his window just as Spada’s grin falters; it comes back (or, rather, it’s still there) when he looks back to him, and Spada shrugs, leaning back and tightening his fingers on the leather reins. “Sure, why not. I’ll take you for a ride whenever you want.”
“Great! I’ll let you know, then.” Luca’s eyes are back on his window and he gives Spada a distracted wave before making his way back up into his room. It’s hard for him - he isn’t used to climbing in through windows like Spada is (and wonders a little if it was ever really that bad in the Belforma house, that he’d learn do something like that) - but he makes it in and stands by the window, watching Spada trot back down the street and hearing his mother call him down for dinner.
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: G
112/365.
In the books, things always happened by a window: in A Sequence of Three Orphans’ Increasing Misfortune, a wide window shattered and nearly brought the three down into the swelling sea; numerous heroes had their adventures started by something they saw out the window or having it crash through; and heroines always looked out to see the man who’d become the love of her life riding down the road, just by chance.
Spada isn’t the love of his life, but he’s certainly riding down the road and Luca hides in his curtains, peeking out when he hears the loud clopping of hooves on cobblestone stop outside his window. He moves fully into Spada’s view, folding his arms on the window sill and peering out at him, furrowing his brow at the horse.
“I knew you knew how to ride, but I didn’t think you’d actually ever do it. Is that yours?” Spada nods at his question and pats the dun-colored beast, grinning. “‘course she is. She ain’t much, but she’s somethin’.”
Luca looks over his shoulder, just to make sure his parents aren’t around (he can hear his mother singing to herself in the kitchen, and his father’s likely in his study), then climbs out the window and slides down the wall, oomphing when he hits the dirt. Spada gives him a five out of ten (signified with fingers and met with rolled eyes) and holds out a hand to him.
“Wanna ride?” He asks, keeping his hand held out even after Luca shakes his head and gives the dun mare a wary glance. “She ain’t gonna bite you like one of Iria’s horses. Come on, it’ll be fun. Maybe you’ll even stay on this time.”
The small jab at falling gets him to take the offered hand and get helped up in front of Spada; for a moment, he’s pressed right against him, caged, before the latter scoots back a little and straightens up. Luca curls his fingers into the saddle and yelps softly as they start off to the road and down it. It’s an easy pace, although the slight sway of the trot makes him think of sailing and he has to keep his eyes on the bright white stones of Regnum’s street, and he feels Spada press his thighs inward. Allegro quickens her steps, just a little, and they make their way through Regnum. People give them passing glances - some children giggle and scream how they want to ride the horsey, too - and Luca shrinks back into Spada, feeling more than a little self-conscious, but Spada just nudges him with the side of his arm and keeps his hands on the reins, grinning at whoever he locks eyes with.
The ride isn’t too long (he has to get back before dinner, after all) but Luca’s tired from it anyway, carefully sliding off the mare once they get back to his house and smiling at Spada. Spada grins in return (not the same grin he gave the people earlier — one that was a little different, maybe softer) and Luca stretches, feeling warm.
“Thank you for the ride, Spada. Can we do it again some time?” He glances back at his window just as Spada’s grin falters; it comes back (or, rather, it’s still there) when he looks back to him, and Spada shrugs, leaning back and tightening his fingers on the leather reins. “Sure, why not. I’ll take you for a ride whenever you want.”
“Great! I’ll let you know, then.” Luca’s eyes are back on his window and he gives Spada a distracted wave before making his way back up into his room. It’s hard for him - he isn’t used to climbing in through windows like Spada is (and wonders a little if it was ever really that bad in the Belforma house, that he’d learn do something like that) - but he makes it in and stands by the window, watching Spada trot back down the street and hearing his mother call him down for dinner.