Feliciano
was
still on search for new scenarios to paint, though he'd taken a lot of photos already. After having travelled past Greece he found a large tree in the middle of a field, and settled in the shadows for a siesta.
had been wondering around, a small pack back of books on his back as he searched for a good tree to read under. He spots one but when he ambles up to it he sees someone else sleeping there. He quirks a brow
before heading over to the person to make sure he was in fact sleeping not dead.
Feliciano
is
lying curled up on his side, using a jacket to cushion his head upon a rather large root while his camera is a small distance away. His chest is steadily falling and rising, a peaceful expression on his face.
flushes at the sight of Feliciano...Gott...he couldn't let him see him like this and so as he goes to make a quiet escape the ties to his bag come undone and his books fall to the floor with loud thumbs. All he
can do is freeze.
stirs and frowns lightly at the noise, not having been sleeping heavily so it easily wakes him up. After pushing himself up and blinking a few times, his drowsy eyes fix on the boy, and a wavering smile slowly
appears. ".. Ah, Feli, you're dreaming again."
Ludwig
thinks
that Feliciano might fall back asleep and so very slowly goes to pick up his fallen books, gathering them in his arms, eyes fixed on the Italian.
lifts a hand to rub at his eyes, studying the familiar boy. A brief hint of puzzlement passes his tired features. "Mm.. You're different this time.. Where's your cloak?"
quirks a brow confused at the comment not getting what Feliciano was referring too. "Cloak? I don't have a cloak."
's smile trembles at the sound of his voice, though it only grows warmer.. yet sadder. "No hat.. either?"
glances up and then back down at Feliciano shaking his head. "Nein, no hat either."
blinks slowly, frowning faintly as he shifts onto his knees to get closer to the child. "B-but.. you always wore- wear your black clothes." He suddenly feels oddly conscious for this to be a dream...
leans back a bit feeling a little uncomfortable at being inspected so closely. "I don't...I don't wear black..."
frowns deeply in worry, then his eyes open wide in realisation and he stumbles back, gesturing wildly. "Ah mi dispiace, I'm sorry! I-I thought I was dreaming, little stranger. Y-you look so familiar, see!"