boy slash dream. boy of ash-hands and honey-tongue. boy made from atoms and blood cells, from milk teeth and lilacs, from watching the night-stars turn red as new myths. boy who sings, sings sings to the ink.
teeth nibble in thought at the end of her pen —— dangerous habit she has never been rid of, even after the ink exploded in her mouth as a child. but the voice of the heavens drifts into her ears and pulls her away from frowned fretting. ‘ you are too good to me. ’
he means not to interrupt —— but, he's putting forth a plate of cookies (not home baked in the least, from a lovely bakery down the street) ﹠. a warm beverage in front of @G0LDCAGES; 〝 your brain requires a break in order to continue being functional, bella. 〞
〝 it's a date. 〞 confirmation leaves his lips with a smile bearing a nervous edge, gaze never leaving his.
〝 here, 〞 he reached for his pocket, to draw out a handkerchief. 〝 you're bleeding. 〞
heart races, unable to calm while he has her hand so deftly held between his own. how can she even focus ? with their touch so gentle, but firm enough that she could feel his blood pulsing through his veins ?
‘ i’ll, um, be ready by 7:25, ’ jokes. attempted, anyway.
thumb brushes against the nick, soothing fleeting ache before gaze dropped down to hers, a soft nod given in response.
〝 i will. 〞 a smile slowly crept up on his lips, her slender hand still cradled between his own.
〝 i'll be here at 7:30. 〞
‘ it’s nothing, ’ feline breathes. she cannot even look at their hands together, too lost in the eyes he has inspecting her. no pain, nor sting, is relevant in her mind, when she is busy swimming in his gaze.
‘ pick me up ? ’ mel questions, voice still not ›
〝 hey, 〞proposal for a night out is ignored in lieu of glimpsing upon a droplet of blood; touch is tender when it plucks flowers away from within reach, securing injured digit betwixt one's own.
proximity is sudden and awareness takes a minute, blonde's gaze now »
‘ NO — ! ’ she blurts, grip tightening on the stems of the roses, so hard a stray thorn nicks her palm. she doesn’t react, not a single flinch as it embeds itself there. this is more important.
‘ i mean, no. that is not what i meant. that is to say ... ’ ›
〝 well——ow, mel. is there a third no coming? 〞accompanying chuckle bears a sheepish note, arms crossing against his chest as he leaned against the kitchen threshold.
〝 you know wh—— let's rewind. forget i said it. 〞
sharp inhalation sounds as their hands briefly meet. it feels odd, suddenly, to allow her skin to touch his. though, not a bad odd.
‘ are you insane ? ’ question falls before she can even stop it, along with its accompanying laugh.
with ease, bouquet is released onto her grip——response suddenly makes him a degree self aware, but self doubt was powered through, with a clearing of his throat.
〝 i know, i never said anything because i figured——you'd just see me as someone .. well, not like that. 〞
steps tentatively taken forward, now half—clean hands shaking as they take hold of the flowers from his grip. it was rude to still make him hold them, they were a gift and she would honor them as such.
‘ i—— i had no idea you were that interested in me. ’
〝 let me rephrase, 〞nonchalantly leaning against the threshold as he did so, a smile curled at his features, fond, warm—— good natured.
〝 will you go on a date with me? 〞
all movement pauses, hands frozen beneath kitchen tap as the water continues to run. had she heard him correctly ? surely not ...
mel snaps to attention, swinging around to face the man in her kitchen. she flashes a smile, albeit one laced with nerves, and ›
footsteps carry him with ease throughout the small apartment, bouquet still in hand, to permit her time to compose her appearance (wholly unnecessary, if you should ask him——).
a pause, and then, lucca cleared his throat. 〝 go on a date with me. 〞
blonde continues to usher him through her small apartment, moving hastily towards the kitchen so that she can actually attempt to wash off this godsdamned flour. but also now, apparently, to vase her new flowers.
‘ a question ? have at it, i am all ears. ’