Green, Orange and a bit of Purpleâ¨
This story was originally written and posted on 14th February 2024 in two different posts. My dear friend @itsavee4117 reblogged them, which I obviously appreciate, but I'm afraid some time after he did, I edited both posts to add the chapters to Tumblr so people could read them here as well.
That's why I thought of redoing them, and I decided to share the entire story in just one post so as not to drive everyone crazy đ
You can find the story on AO3, where you'll see it's divided into two chapters (and I even added a title to them đ¤), or read under the cut to find the entire story. It's long though, so make sure to grab a snack and/or a drink. Of course, likes, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome, as well as kudos on AO3! đ
My original source of inspiration was @sarahrsketches's comic Plumber's Bouquet, which you can see dubbed here!
Special thanks to @itsavee4117 @whippedcremepi and @mario-movie-brainbug for reblogging the old posts and to @elitadream for leaving such wonderful feedback on them đ (You can find them here and here if you're curious).
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Without further ado: Luaisy for the soul! đđ§Ąâ¨
Chapter 1: The beginning of the date
Luigi canât believe it.
What he has been wishing for months is finally going to happen.
His first date with Daisy is about to begin.
Nervously, he smooths out the green shirt heâs wearing, the most elegant in his closet, so that thereâs not a single wrinkle on it. From the corner where he waits, the one closest to his building, he takes quick and constant glances at the pipe through which Daisy is going to arrive, located at his back. Fortunately, itâs hidden in a seldom-traveled alley, so the chances of New Yorkers stumbling upon it by accident are slim. Of all the pipes in Brooklyn that are connected to the Mushroom Kingdom, this is the one closest to Luigi and Marioâs former home.
Which makes it the perfect pipeline for the brothers and their new friends to travel between dimensions while going unnoticed by the inhabitants of Earth.
As he patiently and with growing anxiety awaits Daisyâs arrival, Luigi goes over and over in his head the places in his city that he wants to show her. Everything will be fine, he repeats himself. He has been planning this date for months, long before he could even muster the courage to ask Daisy to go out with him.
He recalls that instant in his head very often. The way his legs trembled. His dry throat. His back sweating from nerves. How he kept fiddling with his fingers as, step by step, he approached the spot where Daisy was sitting in the garden of Peachâs castle, with whom she was having a lively conversation. Marioâs words of encouragement echoed in his head, along with the sentences they had rehearsed together so Luigi could say them to Daisy later. He remembers that Mario was waiting for him not far from there, hidden behind a corner and ready to intervene should Luigi require his aid. He remembers that Peach, as soon as she saw him arrive, apologized to Daisy and hurried to join Mario, giving Luigi a quick nod of encouragement as she passed him.
He remembers that Daisy, upon noticing his presence, smiled and greeted him by waving her hand with her usual energy, which made a smile blossom on Luigiâs lips. He remembers that, when he finally reached her side, she got up to give him a quick hug, causing his heart to bounce in his chest and her sweet vanilla scent to envelop him, before inviting him to sit next to her.
Of course, Luigi obeyed. Smiling nervously, he listened to her chatter for a few minutes, his eyes fixed on the dimples that appeared when she smiled and on the constellation of freckles that dotted her cheeks. Meanwhile, he was trying to find the right moment to start talking and the courage to push the words out of his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he distinguished that Mario and Peach, from their hideout, were gesturing to him. She did so discreetly and sweetly, but he was waving his arms and vocalizing in an exaggerated way, to incite him to finally start.
And Luigi, after swallowing, chose to do it in the same way as when removing a band-aid: in one go and without thinking.
âDaisy.â
His voice was barely a nervous whisper, but it was enough for the desert princess to interrupt herself and give him a warm smile.
âYes, honey?â
âEr...â Luigi looked down, flustered by the affectionate nickname, and took a deep breath before continuing. âI-I thought that... W-well, I thought that m-maybe... youâd like to... c-come to B-Brooklyn?â
He scolded himself for his stammering. Heâd practiced endlessly with Mario until he managed to deliver his sentences without stuttering, but standing in front of Daisy, the first person heâd been drawn to in a very, very long time, and trying to carry out the plan as intended was a very different thing.
âLuigi.â Her voice, full of curiosity, caught Luigiâs attention, making him set his eyes on her at last. âAre you asking me out on a date?â
Her voice sounded defiant, of course, but Daisy accompanied it with a mischievous and amusing look that Luigi even found... suggestive? No, he must have been imagining it, he was too nervous and his eagerness to spend more time with her was playing a trick on him, Daisy could not be...
... Or could she?
âUh-huh... W-well, uh...â
What should he answer now? Why hadnât it occurred to Mario that Daisy might react like this? Why hadnât it occurred to him?
âW-well, uh, I-I donât know, I mean, o-only if you want to, I mean, I thought you might want to, but if you donât, itâs okay! Of course you donât want to, why would you, itâs a stupid idea, I-Iâm very sorry...â
With every mumble that escaped his mouth, he felt himself shrinking more and more, to such an extent that he wished he could disappear, bury his head in the ground like an ostrich and never have made that suggestion to Daisy. Why did he think she would be interested? Why did he think she would want to spend time with a simple, clumsy, skittish plumber like him?
However, Daisy surprised him with a soft chuckle in which there was no trace of mockery, but rather... tenderness?
âOh, Luigi,â she exclaimed, and slapped him on the shoulder so hard that Luigi thought she had just broken a bone. âDonât underestimate yourself, sweetie! Of course I want to!â
Despite the pain in his back, Luigi sat up like a spring and turned to her with wide eyes.
âR-really?â
âOf course!â Daisy nodded vigorously, her grin so wide that it brought back those dimples that made Luigi feel like he was melting inside. âI really want to see Brooklyn, and I canât think of a better guide than you!â she added with a wink.
With his back leaning against the red bricks so characteristic of his district, Luigi smiles, his cheeks flushed at the memory. Daisyâs joy at his suggestion was genuine, as was her eagerness to tour Brooklyn with him. Luigi really hopes, wishes, to be up to the task and get Daisy to have fun by his side. He fiddles with the flower he holds in his fingers and wonders if the desert princess will be much longer in coming.
He canât wait to see her again.
A hand on his shoulder startles him so much that he lets out a shriek and is about to drop the flower. At the last moment, he manages to hold it close to his chest and places his other hand around its petals to protect it. As his fluttering heart tries to calm down, he hears a well-known chuckle, and a familiar and adored vanilla scent reaches his nose.
âD-Daisy,â he mumbles with a smile, beginning to turn his head.
âSorry, honey,â she apologizes. âI didnât mean to scare you.â
Luigi is about to reply that itâs okay, that itâs his fault for being so easily scared, but he canât do it.
Heâs speechless.
Daisy looks gorgeous. More than that: she looks stunning, dazzling, radiant. Her pretty auburn hair shimmers in the evening sunlight, and a sparkle under her ears reveals the golden, daisy-shaped earrings she has chosen for the occasion. Her lovely eyes, as deep blue as the sea, gaze at Luigi with affection. He notices the eye shadow that Daisy has applied, a beautiful shade of purple that matches the full skirt she is wearing, which reveals the lower half of her legs. Her sandals, on the other hand, are orange, and the heel of them causes Luigi to see her even taller and slimmer than usual. Her blouse, matching her shoes, is adorned with yellow flower patterns, and leaves her slender shoulders bare. As he notices them, Luigi swallows, wondering what it would feel like to put an arm across them and thus touch her beautiful skin, just to see firsthand if itâs as soft to the touch as it seems.
But what catches his attention, no matter how hard he tries to avoid it, are her lips. Daisy often puts on lipstick, but today sheâs wearing a nice earthy color that matches her beautiful brown skin, and Luigi is seized by the sudden and compelling need to find out what they taste like. He reddens immediately and chides himself. This may be a date and they may have both dressed up for the occasion, but itâs not like him, nor right for Daisy, that that, kissing her, is all he can think about at that moment.
He wants to say something, anything, make some silly joke to try to relax and make her feel welcome, but only one word comes to his mind.
âBeautiful,â he whispers.
Daisy covers her mouth with her hand to hide a giggle as her freckled cheeks light up under the blush she has applied.
âYou think so?â she says playfully. âHow cute.â
Luigi gasps. Did he just say that word... out loud? He feels his whole face burning immediately with embarrassment, and heâs about to apologize when he finds Daisy looking him up and down intently.
Suddenly he feels ragged, disheveled, very far from the elegance of the young princess. Almost unintentionally, he takes a quick glance at himself, searching for any wrinkles or stains on his green shirt or his blue jeans, even though he has carefully washed and ironed them for the occasion. His brown shoes are also shiny, as he has rubbed them incessantly, and he has used more shampoo than usual when showering, as well as making sure that not a single hair was left out of place when combing his hair. Including his moustache.
All in the hope of making a good impression on Daisy, but it wasn't enough. How could it be? He works non-stop day after day, he gets dirty often, so he's sure he's left something out, some tiny detail that he's missed because of his nerves, and Daisy has noticed it immediately and is judging him and is going to leave at once, because how could she want to go out with him?
âHandsome,â she then says, slowly, looking him in the eye.
âWh-what?â
âYou just used an adjective to describe me,â Daisy says, and winks at him. âSo I just used another one to describe you.â
Again, Luigi is speechless. He pants, trying to find his voice, but he feels like a fish that has been plucked from the sea and thrown to the bottom of a volcano. A green, clumsy fish that doesnât know how to react to the fact that the girl heâs getting crazier and crazier about every day has just paid him a compliment. To him, no less. Does that mean, then, that thereâs no problem with his appearance?
In a reflex action born out of fear that Daisy will laugh at him or, worse, get tired of waiting for an answer and leave, Luigi stretches out his arm in her direction. She gives a start and looks down, and a beautiful smile lights up her face when she notices the gift he is offering her.
âA daisy?â she says, delighted, and brings both joined hands to her cheek. âAnd itâs purple!â
âY-yes,â he manages to murmur, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âI-I grow them in my garden, in my house in the Mushroom Kingdom.â
âI love it! Thanks, Luigi!â
Daisy reaches out with both hands to take the flower, and Luigi struggles to ignore the tingle of excitement that runs up and down his body as her fingers brush his and send a pleasant electric shock sensation to his nerve endings. Daisy brings the flower to her face to inhale its scent and admires its pretty purple petals with delight. Luigi smiles tenderly as he sees her take the aster to her head to try and pin it in her hair.
âWait,â he offers without thinking, reaching out his arms to her. âIâll help you.â
Daisy slowly lowers her hands and lets him do it. Luigi holds the stem of the flower and carefully moves a lock of Daisyâs silky hair aside, taking care not to muss it. He places the plant so that itâs held securely to the side of her face and its purple petals sparkle almost level with Daisyâs lovely blue eyes. Which, Luigi suddenly notices, are watching him attentively. Surprised, he turns away from Daisy and takes a step back while letting out a nervous giggle, blushing again. He hadnât even noticed coming so close to her, nor that his tongue, as it usually does when heâs focused on something, was sticking out between his lips.
Fortunately, although Daisy is observing him with interest and a wide smile on her face, she does not utter a word. She just stares at him, as if seeing him for the first time, and Luigi suddenly finds himself at a loss for what to do with his arms.
âW-well... D-do you want to...?â
He points forward with his hand, unable to finish the question, as his throat feels dry and he needs to drink urgently. Daisyâs jump, as if her mind had wandered away from there and just suddenly returned, disconcerts him and makes him wonder if he has inadvertently done something wrong because of his usual clumsiness.
But Daisy soon pulls herself together and gives him a dazzling smile.
âSure!â she exclaims enthusiastically. âWhere are we going?â
âNot far from here.â
Luigi starts walking in the direction of Punch-Out Pizzeria, which is almost at the end of the street. Itâs one of his favorite places in Brooklyn and he canât wait for Daisy to try their famous pizzas. He really hopes she likes them, because then heâll always have an excuse to invite her to dinner.
As they walk down the street, Daisy stops to look in the windows of the various stores they pass. She points at them with her finger, which she presses against the glass, and talks to Luigi about how much or how little she likes the products for sale and how exorbitant or affordable she finds them depending on the price. He listens to her without interrupting and smiles, his heart full of tenderness at the genuine enthusiasm with which she examines everything.
When they get to the bookstore, however, it is she who listens to him talk. This is Luigiâs favorite bookstore, the one he goes to at least once a week to browse through the new releases and, if possible, take home a new book. The same thing happens when they reach the floristâs shop, although this time the enthusiasm is shared, as they both have a passion for gardening.
By the time they finally get ready to enter the pizzeria, itâs almost dark. Luigi canât help but be surprised, as the walk from his house to the establishment usually takes him no more than five minutes. But heâs not going to complain, since, almost unintentionally, heâs had a chance to take a nice walk with Daisy and show her two of his other favorite places in Brooklyn besides the pizzeria.
Luigi opens the door and steps aside with an exaggerated bow.
âAfter you, milady,â he pronounces with feigned refinement.
He hears Daisy let out a soft chuckle that, unexpectedly, makes him feel connected to her in a way heâs unable to explain.
âVery gallant, gentleman,â she replies as she passes him, imitating his tone.
Luigi stands up straight, laughing as well, and enters after her. Daisy moves to a free table by the window and Luigi follows her without hesitation. He feels strange: on the one hand, heâs on familiar ground, in the pizzeria he has been coming to with his brother since they were teenagers, which floods him with an intense sense of security so powerful that he believes nothing could bring it down. In fact, he knows for sure that, if heâs been able to make that little joke with Daisy when opening the door for her, itâs thanks to that feeling.
On the other hand, his companion is none other than the ruler of the Kingdom of Sarasaland. A warrior and brave princess whoâs won his heart with her exorbitant and inexhaustible energy, her desire to prove herself all the time and her lively personality. A princess, a young woman, who has the power to make him feel as if his limbs were made of butter, his face a burning coal and his heart, an organ foreign to his body that belongs entirely to Daisy, so that it accelerates like a runaway horse when she is near.
And now she is near.
Sheâs sitting across from him, flipping through the menu, but the tables at the Punch-Out Pizzeria arenât too wide. Luigi knows that, if he stretched his arms out just a little, thereâs a good chance Daisyâs hands would brush against him when she drops the menu. He swallows. Should he do it or not? Would it be too bold? Would it be too brazen to try to hold her hand? Would Daisy even want their fingers to touch?
âWhat do you recommend?â she asks, her eyes still fixed on the food list.
Luigi gasps. He feels as if heâs been caught red-handed, as if heâs been doing something wrong. He shakes his head a little and ducks it to see his own menu as he tries to sort out his thoughts to answer Daisy.
âW-well, Mario and I always order the bell pepper pizzas.â
âLet me guess,â she asks him, her voice laden with a challenge that causes Luigi to look up, curious, and their eyes meet over the table. âHe orders the red bell pepper, and you order the green bell pepper.â
Luigi laughs and rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks slightly flushed.
âIs it that obvious?â he asks, embarrassed.
Daisy laughs softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, just below the flower.
âActually, I just went by the colors you two usually wear. Is it a coincidence that your favorite colors match your favorite pizzas?â
âI guess so.â
Luigi shrugs and she giggles again.
âIf there was a purple pizza, Iâd order it,â she states, returning her attention to the menu.
âYou can try mine if you want to.â
Luigi purses his lips as he realizes he just said that out loud. Itâs just a silly idea that has crossed his mind, but Daisy most likely doesnât want to share. Why would she? He shouldâve thought better before saying such a silly thing.
To his surprise, however, Daisy looks at him decisively and nods.
âWhatâs your second favorite pizza?â she asks, very seriously, pointing her finger at him.
âEr⌠C-carbonara,â he stammers, dumbfounded.
âPerfect.â Daisy picks up both cards and winks at him. âHow about we order carbonara and green bell pepper? Then we can both try each otherâs pizza.â
Relief floods Luigi with the intensity of the swell. Daisyâs solution seems perfect, so, trying hard to overcome his shyness, he raises his arm to call the waiter and places their orders. When the man leaves, Luigi places both elbows on the table and drops his hands over the edge of the table, close to his stomach. He doesnât know where to look, so he wanders his gaze absentmindedly around the room.
Inevitably, his eyes end up meeting Daisyâs, so he forces himself to compose a smile. Heâs so nervous, however, that it comes out weak and insecure.
But Daisy doesnât seem to notice.
âWell,â she says lightly, also leaning on the table, and watches him intently. âSo what else do you like to do?â
âUh... Sorry?â Luigi feels lost.
âApart from reading and gardening,â she says, smiling sweetly at him. âWhat other hobbies do you have, Luigi?â
âOh! W-well...â Luigi shrinks back a little. Will he bore her if he goes into detail about his other hobbies? âI-I like photography. I like... to be able to save an instant, a memory, a place, and freeze them in time so that they become eternal.â
âWow,â she exclaims admiringly. âThatâs very profound.â
âReally?â
Luigi looks at her with wide eyes, unable to believe that, as is practically his case with the rest of the world, Daisy doesnât think heâs being too intense or ridiculous in expressing himself that way. The young woman nods vigorously, a sincere smile glowing on her face, and her expression of sheer interest is all Luigi needs to launch into speaking.
He tells her that sometimes ideas or images come to his mind, and he needs to get them out of his head, to bring them to life. They drive him to write or draw, depending on what comes to him, which is why he collects notebooks and sketchbooks. He tells her that, every Christmas, he gives his brother a wool garment he knits himself, because Mario is quite a mess and his clothes hardly last from one year to the next. He tells her that on Saturday nights, he and Mario stay up late watching a movie in the living room of their new home, and that they always have trouble choosing because their tastes are so opposite. She listens to him, attentive, and from time to time lets out a giggle or makes a comment but does not interrupt him. Luigi, finally, tells her that on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes also on Fridays, he and Mario play videogames, and at his explanation about them, Daisyâs eyes light up more and more.
âThat sounds amazing!â she exclaims, excited. âOh my gosh, now I need to try those... What are they called?â
âVideogames,â Luigi clarifies, and leans forward, his eyes sparkling, sharing Daisyâs enthusiasm. âAnd youâre more than welcome to come try them out! Iâm sure Mario would love to play with someone whoâs not as clumsy as I am,â he adds with a laugh.
âOh, Iâm sure youâre not that bad.â Daisy playfully punches him in the shoulder, which makes Luigiâs giggles increase. âKeep in mind that Iâve never played. Of course youâre going to be better than me!â
âThat is, until you get the hang of it,â Luigi says, massaging his shoulder. âAnd Iâm sure it wonât take you long at all.â
âWell, thank you for your blind faith in me!â
Daisy laughs too and brings a hand to her chest, but, in the midst of their chuckles, she stops and gives him another intense glance. Luigiâs laughter barely lasts a couple more seconds before it stops abruptly, as he feels overwhelmed by the intensity of her deep blue eyes.
âYouâre very sweet, Luigi. Did you know that?â
Daisyâs cheeks glow as she utters those words, but her smile remains, serene and confident, no trace of nervousness or embarrassment on her beautiful face. Quite the opposite of Luigi, who is convinced he could fry an egg on his forehead.
âTh-thank you,â he mumbles, looking away, and rubs the back of his neck again, flustered.
Daisy giggles.
âAnd you look so cute when you do that.â
Luigiâs blush grows, which causes Daisyâs laughter to increase in turn, and Luigi, despite his rosy cheeks, suddenly finds himself feeling that he can go on behaving like this forever if it will make her chuckle in such an uninhibited and sincere way.
At that moment, luckily, the pizzas finally arrive, accompanied by their drinks, and the young womanâs attention turns to the food. She contemplates both pizzas attentively, almost as if they were works of art, and this time it is Luigi who has to hide a giggle. He watches, expectantly, as Daisy takes her first bite of her carbonara pizza, and waits, on the edge of his seat, for the girl to pronounce her verdict. Her face, thoughtful as she chews, doesnât even hint at a simple clue, which makes Luigi, almost without realizing it, hold his breath.
Until Daisy, after swallowing, gives him a beaming smile.
âItâs delicious!â she nearly squeals, waving her other hand in the air in excitement.
âYes!â Luigi exclaims in turn and raises a victorious fist.
For the next few minutes, he finds himself devouring, not even knowing how, small bites of both pizzas, his and Daisyâs. He cackles, half surprised, half overwhelmed, when Daisy, without so much as by his leave, moves her head forward to take a rather savage bite of the slice of green bell pepper pizza he holds in his hand. Her expression is so delighted, so self-satisfied, that Luigi can only cover his mouth with his free hand to try to stifle the fit of laughter that assails him.
After finishing the pizza, Luigi suggests they have some tiramisu. And, if Daisy was already impressed by the flavor of the pizzas, sheâs completely thrilled when she tastes the dessert.
âOh my goodness, Luigi,â she mumbles after devouring the last slice. âNo wonder this is your favorite place in Brooklyn. You have to bring me here often!â
âAnytime,â he offers before finishing his tiramisu.
âHow about...?â Daisy begins to say, casting a casual glance around the place before laying her eyes on Luigi as she rests her chin on her hand. âTomorrow?â
Luigi almost chokes on his tiramisu. Daisy hurries to bring his drink closer to him, and even though thereâs barely a sip left, itâs enough for Luigi to stabilize himself. Speechless, he stares at Daisy, astonishment dancing in his expression.
âT-tomorrow?â he repeats, still gasping for air.
âI mean, if you want to,â Daisy replies, though she keeps smiling.
âYes!â Luigi almost shouts, unwittingly stretching out on the table. âYes, I mean, yes! Of course I want to! B-but youâŚâ
âMe what, honey?â
âYou...â Luigi lowers his gaze, unsure, and begins to rub the tips of his index fingers together, wanting to look at her, but not daring to do it. âY-you want to?â
âOf course!â she assures him. âI love what Iâve seen of Brooklyn so far. I want to see more... and I want,â she adds, gazing at him purposedly, âto see my handsome guide again.â
The air disappears from Luigiâs lungs. His heart is racing, galloping so hard against his chest that he thinks itâll end up opening a hole in his skin and running away to Daisyâs arms. She, in the meantime, stares at him casually as she bites her lower lip.
âI know Iâve told you this before,â she says softly, âbut I love it when you do that.â
âA-actually,â Luigi replies with a nervous chuckle, ây-you said Iâm v-very... cute... w-when I do th-that...â
His voice trails off as he realizes what a stupid thing heâs doing. Why does he stop to point out something so silly when the important thing is the message Daisy is conveying? Why is he unable to come up with an answer according to what she has just told him?
âBoth options are true,â she replies without raising her tone, shrugging her shoulders.
Still flushed and uneasy, Luigi gives a weak smile. He is thankful that Daisy hasnât for an instant pointed out the ridiculousness of his remark. In fact, it doesnât seem to bother her one bit that heâs been the awkward, embarrassed bundle of nerves heâs always been all dinner. Quite the contrary: judging by her words and the intensity with which she contemplates him, Daisy loves that Luigi is so... like this. So him.
And he loves that Daisy is so her.
He swallows slowly, determined to tell her so too. His eyes remain fixed on the wooden table. His fingers, again, fiddle with each other. His cheeks burn, as theyâve been doing for most of the night. His voice comes out hoarse at first, as if it wants to remain a prisoner inside his mouth, and Luigi is forced to clear his throat to force himself to speak.
âI-I t-too... like you. V-very much.â
He lets out a small sigh of relief, pleased with himself for finally daring to say it out loud. He even breaks into a small smile, the urge to laugh bubbling in his throat.
âJust... very much?â
Daisyâs voice sounds suggestive. Insinuating. Provocative, even. Luigi, very slowly, dares to raise his head. Daisy hasnât wiped the playful, cheeky smile from her mouth, as mischievous as the wink she gives him when their eyes meet. Luigi purses his lips. Blushing as he is, he plucks up his courage and holds her gaze, even though inside he feels like heâs made of jelly. When he speaks, he gives his voice all the seriousness he can muster so that she understands that heâs not playing games or exaggerating.
âVery much so.â
He almost feels like applauding himself for being able to say it without stuttering. He smiles again, trying to appear confident, and he doesnât take his eyes off Daisyâs. He wants her to read in them the sincerity with which he speaks, just like him, in her gestures, in her smile, in her beautiful gaze, has been able to see from the beginning that she was not joking when she expressed how much she liked the way he is.
Daisyâs smile widens slightly, in a barely appreciable way, as she hears the vehemence of his tone, but Luigi notices it. She then places her hands on the wood and leans on it to stand up.
âLuigi, you are adorable,â she states as she gets up, and the way she says it, her voice filled with fervor, her face as if she were simply talking about the weather, completely disarms Luigi. âIâd love to take a walk with you. Would you like that?â
âOh!â Luigiâs throat has gone dry at the compliment, but he struggles to find his voice and stands up too. âS-sure! Th-thereâs a park near here. W-we can... stroll there. I-if you want t-to.â
Daisy smiles and nods, smoothing her skirt with her palms, and touches her hair for a moment to make sure the flower is still firmly attached to it.
âThat would be great.â
She places both hands on her purple garment and smiles at him, and Luigi grins too, staring at her. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Daisy is waiting for him to move first, as he is closer to the exit than she is. Feeling clumsier than he has ever felt before in his entire life, Luigi stumbles until he reaches the door and, again, opens it and steps to the side to give way to her.
As Daisy walks past him, she gives him a low chuckle that has no mockery in it, and Luigi, his face burning, imitates her, though his laughter sounds a little louder because of his nerves, which, though they had settled during dinner, have returned more impetuously. When she steps out into the street, Luigi closes his eyes for a moment and takes a slow breath, trying to calm himself, before following her.
The blush on his cheeks increases when his eyes meet Daisyâs, who gazes at him with a smile full of affection. After clearing his throat, Luigi puts one hand in his pocket as he raises the other.
âThe park is that way.â
As he drops his arm, a slight electric shock elicits a soft cry of surprise. He staggers back in surprise and carefully examines his hand. Behind it, he notices Daisyâs confused gaze, watching him in astonishment, her own hand raised. They both drop them slowly, their breaths a bit shaky, their eyes caught in each otherâs. Luigi does not understand what just happened. Bewilderment washes over him, and Daisyâs expression tells him that she, too, feels disoriented.
Until, suddenly, she smiles a somewhat... shy smile?
âWow,â she says. âLooks like we have chemistry.â
âW-what?â Luigi raises an eyebrow in confusion.
Daisy covers her mouth with her hand to hide a giggle.
âWe accidentally brushed against each other,â she explains. âAnd sparks flew.â
Luigi lets out a low âohâ and looks down at his hand again as his brain processes what has just happened. His cheeks start reddening again as a smile, much more self-conscious than Daisyâs, blooms on his lips. When he returns his attention to her and finds her as flushed as he is, Luigi feels again that tug of affinity inside him that pulls him towards her and makes him understand that, without a hint of doubt, they are somehow connected.
âI guess weâll have to be careful,â says Daisy, âor weâll short-circuit each other.â
Luigi laughs and nods, though the immensity of his feelings doesnât diminish for an instant. Then Daisy extends her arm, smiling warmly at him, and Luigi stares for a second at those fingers waving in his direction in a silent invitation.
âShall we try again?â Daisy suggests.
Luigi looks up at her again with a cheerful grin and, without hesitation, stretches out his own hand. At the first touch of his skin against Daisyâs, he does not feel a new electric shock, but a mixture of excitement and disbelief that only increases as his fingers slowly intertwine with the princessâ, their palms touching, as if this is their place, as if this is where they belong, as if this is where they always should be.
United. Glued. Together. Being one.
Thatâs exactly how Luigi feels when, as he lifts his fascinated gaze from the union of their hands, his eyes meet Daisyâs. She smiles at him, a slight blush covering her tanned skin, but Luigi, to his surprise, doesnât feel insecure or embarrassed for the first time all night.
For the first time, he knows that what heâs doing, holding Daisyâs hand and pressing it lightly, feeling his bond with her deepening, is okay. Itâs more than right. Itâs perfect. Itâs the right thing to do. Itâs what he wants to experience all the time, every day of his life, if she feels that way too.
And, judging by the speed with which Daisy is quick to return his squeeze, Luigi has no doubt that the young woman does, indeed, reciprocate his feelings.
With a soft chuckle, Daisy nods her head in the direction Luigi pointed when he left the pizzeria. Luigi responds with another giggle and, not letting her hand go, starts walking.
Chapter 2: The end of a wonderful night
Walking with Daisy hand in hand is a very different sensation from walking with her by his side. Now, even if Luigi still finds it hard to believe, he is touching Daisyâs warm skin, which turns out to be much softer and silkier than he had imagined. He is feeling her slender fingers wrap around his hand. He is feeling her palm press against his, seeking his touch the same way Luigi seeks hers.
He feels so exhilarated, so euphoric, so blissful, that, almost without realizing it, he begins to swing his arm, rocking Daisyâs as well. She laughs when she notices the movement, but she doesnât try to stop him, quite the contrary: she starts swaying her arm with so much momentum that soon is she who leads the motion, which makes Luigi laugh out loud while, thrilled, he lets himself be carried away.
They soon leave the hustle and bustle of the city behind to dive right into the greenery of the leafy park where Luigi goes for a walk from time to time. Daisy smiles, delighted, as she notices the dense nature around them, and reaches out her hand to brush the trunk of one of the trees they pass. She canât take her eyes off all the beautiful flowers that populate the area, her eyes wanting to capture it all, and Luigi gazes at her with a deep feeling of tenderness flooding his heart.
âI used to come to this park a lot when I was a child,â he tells her, his eyes also wandering around the place. âMy Mom used to bring my brother and me here when we were just babies. Weâd play together in the sand,â he adds, pointing to a section in the park where a childrenâs area is visible, âalthough at first Mario preferred our mom to swing him. It was too scary for me,â he confesses with a chuckle, âso Iâd rather stay there building castles with my colored blocks.â
Even though he was very little, Luigi still remembers one of those occasions when, after he had finished building a big fortress with his blocks, a boy suddenly stormed in and stole the flag he was trying to crown it with. Luigi recalls the feeling of helplessness when the boy, with a brutal kick, smashed his castle, and the momentum caused him to fall backwards and crumple to the ground while the boy cruelly taunted him.Â
Until, behind his aggressor, something red unexpectedly appeared, hit him on the head and snatched the flag from his hand. Luigi still remembers how surprised he was when he noticed Mario, who, standing protectively in front of him, held out the flag without turning to him, his defiant and furious expression fixed on the boy. The latter, after getting up, gave them an angry look before running away. Only then did Mario turn to Luigi with a reassuring smile from ear to ear, and Luigi, still somewhat stunned by what had just happened, tried to return the smile, though he could barely compose a weak grimace.Â
From then on, however, Mario began to play more often with him in the sand. He still went on swinging, of course, and soon began to go down the slide without their momâs supervision, but he never took his eyes off Luigi. Years later, moreover, that park was crucial in Marioâs recovery after his first love breakup, since Luigi, after several days of taking care of him and comforting him while his brother cried his heart out in his arms, managed to convince him to leave the house and go for a walk together. The fresh air of nature felt so good and cheered him up so much that, soon, it was Mario himself who began to look for Luigi to go for a stroll in the park.
A sigh escapes Luigiâs lips as he recalls those memories. This park is very important for him, so heâs glad to be showing it to Daisy. Since she wanted to see his favorite places in Brooklyn, this little garden hidden in the heart of his district could not be missed.
âWhat do you think?â he asks, turning to her, his hand firmly clasped in hers.
âI love it,â Daisy declares, looking everywhere to soak in the beauty of the park. âItâs a very beautiful place.â
She turns her face towards him as she takes a step to cover the short distance between them. The fingers on her other hand lightly brush Luigiâs arm, making him give a start. The touch is so faint and intense at the same time that he feels himself melting.
âThank you for sharing it with me, Luigi.â
Her head rests gently on his shoulder as she releases a sigh, her hair, and the purple flower, tickling his ear. Luigiâs heart, at this point, has jumped into a runaway gallop that brings a smile to his lips, nervous and plethoric at the same time. His skin burns so much, itâs been burning so much all night, that he wouldnât be surprised if the next day he finds burns all over his body, as if he had gone to the beach and forgotten to apply sunscreen.
By then, their footsteps have led them to the pond that rules the place. Itâs a large lake inhabited by several families of ducks, where, during the day, passers-by can sail in small boats. Luigi promises himself to bring Daisy here again soon, so that they can ride together in one of the boats in the sunlight. He knows for sure that sheâll like the experience.
Right now, all they do is gaze at the calm waters under the bright light of the full moon, along with many other couples also strolling through the park. Luigi notices that there are some clouds scattered across the sky but hopes that they wonât rob the moon of its brightness and allow them to continue enjoying the peace and warmth of this summer night.Â
âLuigi, look!â
Daisyâs alarmed voice, together with the light tapping she gives him on the arm, makes Luigi lower his eyes again. He gapes at a duck that is approaching them, swimming calmly across the pond, tracing a clear straight line that emerges from the small house in the center of the lake, where all the ducks live, and concludes, without any doubt, at the exact point where Luigi and Daisy are standing in this moment.
âHow strange,â Luigi murmurs, puzzled. âI thought all the ducks would be sleeping at this hour.â
âMaybe itâs a vampire duck,â Daisy suggests.
Luigi gives a snort and looks sideways at her.Â
âYou think so?â
âMaybe itâs coming to drink your blood,â adds Daisy, running two fingers along his arm.
âOr yours,â Luigi counters, ignoring the shudder that runs through him at the young womanâs touch.Â
She laughs, and the sound of her laughter makes Luigiâs heart beat faster, full of tenderness.
âI donât think so. My blood is blue,â Daisy points out, gazing at him with a raised eyebrow. âIâm a princess, remember?â
âThen maybe itâs a bewitched prince who needs to be kissed by a beautiful princess.â
The words have come rushing out of his mouth, not even thinking them, his eyes fixed on Daisyâs. He scolds himself once again, convinced heâs gone red in the face again, but Daisyâs sly smile silences the apology that was about to burst from his lips.
âI can think of a much better candidate than a prince to kiss this princess.â
Again she runs her fingers along his arms as she speaks, so slowly that Luigi thinks heâll pass out. Her eyes, two glittering sapphires, gaze at him with intensity, even brighter in the moonlight. Luigi is breathless, but the beauty of her look so mesmerizes him that he is unable to take his eyes off her.Â
A sudden squawk startles him so much that it makes him stagger and fall backwards, a shriek of surprise escaping his throat. Luigi closes his eyes just as his lower back hits the grass and he lets out a soft moan of pain, but Daisyâs screams immediately catch his attention.
Opening his eyes, Luigi gasps when he sees that the princess has placed herself in front of him in a protective attitude to defend him from the duck, the cause of his fall.
âGet away from here!â she shouts at it angrily, trying to shoo it away.
The animal flaps its wings, still quacking, but Daisyâs impetus, her eagerness to keep it away from Luigi, ends up causing the duck, although reluctant, to begin to waddle in the direction of the pond, to which it finally returns. Only then, Daisy lowers her arms, her breathing accelerated, and turns to Luigi with concern painted on her face.Â
âOh, my, Luigi, are you all right?â she asks, holding out both arms to him.
And Luigi, who had been staring at her, completely fascinated, blinks suddenly, trying to get out of the state of confusion in which heâs immersed, and shakes his head.
âY-yes,â he murmurs, laughing nervously, as he raises a hand.
Daisy clutches it at once, her fingers closing tightly around his palm and wrist, and Luigi feels that warm, pleasant shock again as soon as his skin comes into contact with the princessâ. Daisy pulls him to help him up, and he embarrassedly massages his back with his free hand. His other hand is closed tightly around Daisyâs, and he has no intention of opening it.Â
âSorry,â he apologizes, embarrassed. âIt caught me off guard.â
Daisy, not letting go either, lets out a faint giggle.
âDonât apologize.â She removes her hand from his wrist, only to place it under his chin and sweetly turn his face towards her. âIt wasnât your fault, but the vampire duckâs.âÂ
They both laugh, sharing a knowing glance, and Luigi canât help but stare at her, spellbound, still unable to take in the fact that this brave princess has just saved him. Even if it was from something as random as the attack of a duck from the pond.
âThank you, Daisy,â he says wholeheartedly, his eyes shining with emotion.Â
Daisyâs face lights up with a smile that, once more, brings out the dimples in her freckled cheeks.Â
âYouâre welcome, Luigi.â Her eyes stare at him again. âYouâre... so charming.â
Luigiâs legs tremble, and not because of the fall. He feels that his smile is like jelly, flimsy and unstable. A scream rises in his chest and spreads throughout his body but does not reach his throat. His cheeks, of course, burn, even more intensely. And his heartbeat is so loud, so booming, that heâs convinced Daisy can hear it clearly.
She keeps looking at him, her expression full of warmth. Is it Luigiâs impression, or is her face now a little closer to his? His eyes, as if deciding for themselves, drift to those beautiful lips, so full and suggestive, that he so badly wants to kiss. Is it possible that Daisy... also wants to... kiss him? Him?
Suddenly, a soft melody reaches his ears. With his eyes still locked on Daisyâs, Luigi doesnât lose any detail of her reaction: a new sparkle, naughty this time, shines in her eyes, while her smile turns mischievous. With a giggle, the princess puts a finger to his chest and pushes him gently, making him back away, at the same time that she herself takes a step backwards. Luigi laughs, stunned, though his mirth dies when Daisyâs hand slowly slides across his palm until the touch is broken, leaving him with a sensation of emptiness that makes his chest feel hollow.
âWow,â Daisy exclaims playfully, as she places both hands behind her back. âThis music is perfect for a dance, donât you think?â
Luigi laughs again, but, somewhat confused, he takes his eyes off Daisy for a moment to search for the source of the melody. He then notices a figure, under a tree near the pond, sweetly sliding a bow over the strings of a violin, inviting the many other couples strolling around to dance to the beautiful song and take in the intimate and romantic atmosphere.
A throat clearing from Daisy impels Luigi to rest his gaze on her again. The princess does not look directly at him, but her eyes are raised to the sky.
âI wonder,â she says, pretending to be oblivious to his presence, âif thereâs a handsome gentleman around here who would like to ask this lady to dance.â
Luigi gasps as he realizes Daisyâs intentions. His heart pumps wildly at the fleeting wink she gives him. Dancing? Together? Like in those romance stories set in bygone eras? His throat goes dry. Of course he loves to dance, and of course heâd love to dance with Daisy, but pretending to be a gentleman asking a lady for a dance? And a princess, no less. Heâs just a simple Brooklyn plumber â how can he possibly live up to her expectations?
But itâs Daisy. The girl who has driven him crazy practically since the first time he saw her. The warrior, feisty princess who won his heart with her impulsiveness and her spontaneity. The bold, sassy woman he has fallen for head over heels. And, besides, she looks so beautiful, with her pretty orange blouse, her cheerful full skirt, the purple flower pinned to her lovely auburn mane, shimmering under the moonlight...
He wants to do it. He wants to dance with her. He wants to feel her close, he wants to feel her hand in his again, fitting together like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. He wants to please her, to whirl with her until dawn if necessary, to be carried away together by the sweet melody that flows from the violin and floods his ears.
So, without a second thought, Luigi plucks up his courage, shortens the distance between them in two strides and, with a slight bow, extends his hand to her.
âWould you do me the honor of granting me this dance, beautiful lady?â
Daisyâs smile widens at his gesture, her dimples appearing once again on her cheeks. She brings one hand to her chest in feigned surprise and slowly reaches out the other to place it softly on Luigiâs palm.
âWith pleasure, handsome gentleman.â
Luigiâs fingers unconsciously close around her delicate hand. When he straightens, however, Daisy lets go, but does not pull away from him. With her eyes fixed on Luigiâs, the young woman places one hand on her partnerâs shoulder and reaches for his fingers with the other, so that, at last, their hands are joined again, palm against palm, the fingers of one of the back of the otherâs hand. Instinctively, Luigi raises his other hand to, with some uncertainty, rest it on Daisyâs waist, whose smile widens, and she gives him a slight nod of approval. Luigi sighs in relief, his grin a little more confident, and then, to the rhythm of the music, they both begin to move.
At first, of course, Luigiâs feet stumble, his legs shaking like a leaf. Daisy laughs faintly at his embarrassed expression, but she gently squeezes his hand and, whispering, begins to set the beat to help him.Â
âOne, two, three... Now!â
And Luigi obeys, and strives to follow the pace she sets, and manages to complete the steps so precisely that he surprises himself. He watches Daisy with enthusiasm shining in his eyes, and she, smiling tenderly at him, falls silent, because she understands that he no longer needs her to guide him.
And suddenly, theyâre dancing.
Luigi canât believe it. The delicate cadence of the melody propels his feet, which move in near-perfect synchrony with Daisyâs. They whirl around the park together, close to each other, Daisyâs purple skirt tangling around her legs. She, with her eyes closed and a serene smile on her lips, rocks in Luigiâs arms, feeling the music, living it, and he soon catches the passion with which the young woman dances. The song floods his mind, reaches his heart and urges him to dance with his soul, devoting himself entirely to the beauty of the music.
Without letting go of Daisy, Luigi reaches out his arm to spin her around, and watches her beautiful hair float behind her, making her look even more attractive in his eyes, if thatâs even possible. The purple daisy, still clinging to her mane, slips a little to rest on Daisyâs ear, and, at the conclusion of the spin, she falls into Luigiâs arms with a soft exhalation of awe. Luigi holds her, one arm behind her back, his hand gripping Daisyâs firmly, and breathless, she gives him a rapt smile, her free arm coming up to encircle his neck. Luigi, to his surprise, finds himself smiling gallantly at her, completely immersed in the music and the intimate atmosphere of the place. He helps her straighten up and resettles his hand on her waist, as Daisyâs hand slides back to its place on his shoulder. As they continue to dance, however, her fingers lift slightly to graze his ear, sending a tingle of pleasure to every nerve ending in Luigiâs body.
By the time the harmonious melody concludes, theyâre both breathing heavily, their hearts beating fast to the rhythm of the otherâs. They glance, smiling, their hands still intertwined, Luigiâs palm still on Daisyâs waist, Daisyâs fingers still resting on Luigiâs shoulder. Their bodies are very close, their chests almost pressed together due to the posture. Luigi, for the umpteenth time that night, finds his eyes entwined with Daisyâs, caught by that depth that so reminds him of the ocean. She too seems unable to stop gazing at him, a pretty smile gracing those beautiful lips that Luigi is so eager to taste. His heart gets a little faster if possible at the thought, but the princess drives him so crazy that he can only think of having her closer, a little closer, just a little bit closer. He feels totally imprisoned by her spell, hopelessly wrapped around her finger, and heâs enjoying every second of it.
His breath intermingles with Daisyâs. Hers is a bit shaken, while he feels like a bundle of nerves. Still, Luigiâs instinct is screaming at him to keep his head down a little, and who is he to resist.
âLuigi,â he hears her say then, her voice barely a choked whisper, âif you want to stop... youâd better do it now.â
Despite her words, Daisy doesnât sound too convinced. Luigi canât stop the corners of his lips from lifting slightly, his heart full of tenderness, and his voice comes out hoarse and low as he manages to answer her.
âI donât want to stop.â
Fleetingly, Daisy returns his smile. She continues to move closer, raising her head a little higher, and Luigi continues to tilt his, both anxious and excited with anticipation.
Until, at last, their lips meet.
And Luigi feels like he could die in that instant.
Daisyâs lips are sweet, soft, far more delicious than Luigi could have imagined, and he melts inside with delight. He thinks he might burst into tears from the joy of finally seeing his greatest wish fulfilled. Is Daisy, the princess heâs madly in love with, really kissing him? Is this not a dream? But no, the touch of her velvety lips against his is so real that heâs about to lose his mind.
He wants to give himself completely to this madness and never let go.Â
They linger for a second with their mouths pressed together, enjoying each otherâs touch, until Daisy begins to move her lips. At first she does it slowly, tempting him, tasting him, and Luigi, delighted, lets himself be guided by her lead and enjoys the movement.
Then Daisy opens her mouth, inviting Luigi to explore her, and lets go of his hand to wrap both arms around his neck. Luigi barely notices, so lost as he is in the kiss, so fascinated by the flavor of the young woman that he canât even realize that now both his hands are squeezing her waist, instinctively pulling her closer to him.Â
They both raise their tongues at the same time, so they meet somewhere in the middle of the union of their mouths. Luigi moves his away for a moment and allows Daisy to be the first to explore his mouth, and he feels his legs tremble at the gentleness and tenderness with which she does so. Next it is Daisy who pulls her tongue away and, again, opens her lips, and this time Luigi accepts the invitation and marvels again at the intoxicating taste of the pretty princess.
They continue to kiss and savor each other, not wanting to stop, not wanting to move away from the other, not wanting this sensual and exciting experience to end. They press more and more against each other, the kiss is more and more ardent and passionate, Luigi feels more and more flushed and heated, but he doesnât want to stop for anything in the world. He feels that he could spend all his remaining life kissing Daisy, lost in her lips and in her flavor and feeling how she entangles her fingers around his neck in an attempt to bring him even closer to her.
Suddenly, Luigi begins to feel a slight discomfort on his arms, something cold and wet that makes his skin prickle, but he ignores it, for Daisyâs lips are more important. However, the discomfort increases, now falling on his hair as well and slipping through Daisyâs fingers. She lets out a little cry of surprise against his lips and Luigi canât help but smile, but doesnât release Daisyâs mouth, eager to prolong the kiss for all eternity.Â
Nevertheless, even though she doesnât seem to want to break away either, she begins to say his name giggling as she places her hands on his chest to try to push him away a little, gently but firmly. Luigi, thinking itâs just a game, laughs and pulls her a little closer, ignoring the cold he feels in his arms and head. Daisy presses her lips on his for a moment more and, to Luigiâs disgrace, she moves away and says his name again, still chuckling, raising her tone a little. He finally opens his eyes but doesnât erase the infatuated smile from his face nor take his arms away from her waist.
âItâs raining,â she points out with a giggle.Â
âHow nice,â he mumbles, enraptured, and seeks her lips again.Â
Daisy is about to burst into laughter, but itâs drowned out by the intensity of his kiss. However, after a few seconds of kissing him back, she pulls away again and places her hands on his cheeks.
âLuigi,â she insists, amused. âItâs raining!â
Oly then does he manage to process her words.
âItâs raining?â he repeats as he instinctively raises an arm to place it over both of their heads.
When he glances up, he realizes in frustration that the clouds he saw when they arrived at the pond have ended up hiding the moon and have broken the magical moment he was sharing with Daisy. He purses his lips in annoyance. Theyâll get soaked, and the flower he gave the princess will be ruined.Â
She, however, covers her mouth to hide a giggle, amused at his reaction. Luigi, without a second thought, grabs her hand and runs away. She laughs heartily, letting him lead her, and Luigi guides her through the flora of the park and back to the city. He runs, pulling Daisy and catching her loud laughter, unable to help it, and takes her to the only place he can think of: his parentsâ house. They enter and stand in the doorway, close to the ascending stairs, sheltered from the sudden storm that has burst over their heads. Breathing heavily, they look at each other, wide smiles on their faces, their hands still clasped together.
Luigi, lost in Daisyâs beautiful eyes, raises his free hand to check the condition of the flower, which, to his surprise, is holding firm, resistant to the rain. On impulse, Luigi begins to stroke the princessâ freckled cheek, and she widens her smile and tilts her head a little to enjoy the caress. Luigiâs heart fills with tenderness, and he, captivated, wishes to be lucky enough to see this girl every day.
He wishes to be lucky enough to kiss this girl every day.
âI had a very great time,â Daisy says softly.
âEven with the storm?â Luigi asks, giggling to hide his blush.
âEven with the storm,â she nods.
They laugh again, feeling deeply connected once more, and Daisyâs hand rises to rest on Luigiâs, who hasnât stopped brushing her cheek with infinite fondness.
âAlthough...â Daisy stands on tiptoe so she can whisper in his ear. âWhat we were doing just before it started raining was my favorite part.â
Luigi is sure his whole face is now redder than Marioâs hat. He swallows, as his throat has gone dry, and notices his heart hammering in his ears. When Daisy looks at him, he smiles and nods in an awkward attempt to tell her that this was his favorite part too.
âWeâll have to do it again,â Daisy adds suggestively.
Seizing the fact that she was still on tiptoe and that their faces are close together, she rubs her lips against Luigiâs, just for an instant, just a quick caress of her mouth on his. For Luigi, though, itâs more than enough: he grabs her waist again and opens his mouth to deepen the kiss. Daisy gives a soft giggle, but immediately reciprocates his gesture and cups his face gently.
This time theyâre interrupted by the sound of footsteps running down the stairs. Startled, they separate, although their hands remain in the same places, and they look up just in time to see Mario arriving, at full speed, at the hallway of the building.
âWow,â he exclaims with a chuckle. âSorry to interrupt.â
Luigi gives him an embarrassed smile and hopes that Daisyâs hands, still resting on his cheeks, hide his blush. She, without a trace of shyness, widens her smile and leans a little towards him, so that her hair grazes Luigiâs chin. His legs automatically turn into butter again.Â
âI see the date went well,â Mario observes, smiling mischievously at them.
âBetter than that,â replies Daisy, and her fingers begin to affectionately squeeze Luigiâs cheeks, making him feel the urge to laugh and hide underground, all at the same time. âYour brother and I are boyfriend and girlfriend.â
Her words fill Luigiâs heart with so much joy that, not caring that his brother is present, he gives Daisy a fully beaming glance.Â
âDoes that mean I can treat you like a sister now?â Mario asks amusedly.
âWerenât you already doing that?â replies Daisy, following his joke.
âMaybe, but I guess it makes more sense now.â
Daisy responds with a laugh, her hands coming down to Luigiâs shoulders. He manages to emit a nervous chuckle, and his eyes suddenly meet Marioâs, who, slowly, has continued to approach the door. At that instant, however, Mario stops, his gaze filled with understanding and affection, and Luigiâs heart swells in his chest, his smile a little hesitant at his brotherâs sincere joy for him. Luigi nods slightly, hoping Mario catches the appreciation in his gesture and in his eyes, for, after all, his brother has helped him from the beginning in everything concerning his feelings for Daisy.Â
Luigi would not be experiencing his exciting first date with Daisy were it not for his beloved big brotherâs invaluable help.
Then Mario, not taking his eyes off Luigiâs, approaches him in two strides and gently pats his shoulder.
âSee you later at home, Lu,â he says, a warm smile tattooed on his lips.
Luigi nods, feeling a little reassured by his brotherâs familiar touch, and takes one hand off Daisyâs waist to place it on Marioâs shoulder.
And, for an instant, Luigi holds in his two hands the two most important people in his life and for who he would gladly give his last breath.
Not even realizing it, he tightens his grip around Daisyâs waist as he gives a light squeeze on Marioâs shoulder. His brother, after a final pat, slowly pulls away from him and turns towards the door.
Then Luigi realizes something.
âMario,â he calls out to him, worried. âItâs raining. Didnât you take your umbrella?â
âOh, donât worry, Lu,â Mario replies, waving his hand to play it down. âThe pipe is quite close. I wonât have time to get wet.â
Luigi smiles and shakes his head slightly, resigned.Â
âYouâll catch a cold,â he scolds him affectionately.
âAnd then Iâll have two Moms instead of one, I know,â Mario says in the same tone, making both Luigi and Daisy giggle. âSee you, lovebirds!â
And before Luigi or Daisy have time to answer him, heâs gone.Â
Luigi sighs, the resigned smile still on his lips. His brother will never change, and he adores him for that very reason.
Then he turns to Daisy, who also turns her face towards him at that instant, and they smile at each other, knowingly, their cheeks reddened. Thereâs something Luigi wants to ask her, but he doesnât know how to broach the subject. Daisy, however, is faster in taking the initiative.
âWhere were we?â she murmurs, running two fingers provocatively across his chest.
But Luigi, despite the embarrassment, despite the shudder of pleasure that runs up and down him, still needs to get something off his head, to ask her something about what she just declared in front of Mario.
âD-Daisy,â he mumbles, and rubs the back of his neck for the millionth time that night. âTh-that thing about... us being... y-you know... b-boyfriend and girlfriend... W-were you s-serious?â
âAbsolutely,â she says without hesitation. âUnless you donât want to, of course.â
âYes!â Luigi shouts, almost at a faster speed than when they were at the pizzeria. âY-yes, Daisy, I-I mean, o-of course I do, I...â He stops for a moment and takes a deep breath, trying to order the words he wants to pronounce. âOf course I want to go out with you, Daisy. I-I r-really l-like... you.â
She laughs softly, a bit blushed, and bites her lower lip, still running her fingers down his chest and sending shivers down his spine.
âI really like you too, Luigi,â she confesses, her voice a faint whisper. âYouâre... so sweet. In every way.â
She places a tender kiss on Luigiâs lips, which makes his heart skip a beat. But before he can reciprocate, she pulls away for a moment and looks at him with sparkling eyes.
âSee you tomorrow, my sweet Green Bean?â
Luigi jumps at the affectionate appellation and flushes again, but finds that he likes, no, he loves it that Daisy addresses him that way. A smile blossoms on his face and his grip around her waist tightens.
âIâm looking forward to it, my Desert Princess.â
She grins and, to Luigiâs surprise, reddens too. Captivated, he caresses her cheek as she watches him intently. Then he slides his hand into her beautiful, velvety auburn hair, taking care not to drop the purple daisy, and she cups his face again. And, lost in each otherâs eyes, they lean in until their lips meet once more.
But this kiss, even if it is also intense and sweet and deep and passionate and intoxicating, tastes like a farewell.
âIâm already counting the hours until we meet again,â Luigi murmurs, pulling away for a second, only to kiss her again as soon as he finishes speaking, with greater intensity and passion.
âI was about to tell you the same thing,â she replies, resuming the kiss a second later.
And they kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and his hands stroke her waist and her mane, and hers get lost in his tousled hair and encircle his neck, and their tongues dance a dance that both would like to last forever.
And in that moment, not being aware of it, they both inwardly promise themselves the same thing.
That, someday, it will be.
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