Hello, everyone! Mitsuki Horenake here, with a special guest co-host at my side! Oh, why aren't you going to say anything? Oh, everyone loves you, don't worry! It's just the scri- and England is depressed. Oh well. OK, a lot of people are having trouble trying to figure out what's going on right now…with the halves and dreams and whatnot. Kiddies, that's a plot point. That's all you need to know. Or maybe I shouldn't have answered that…
By the way, the "man" that Feliciano's scared of? I personally have no identity for him, but feel free to put whoever you want in there. Seriously, I don't care. Call him whatever.
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"Ludwig? Where are you?"
Feliciano found himself wandering around a beautiful rose garden, raining small petals and had a warm breeze through his hair. From the corner of his eyes, he could see that there was a daisy garden at his feet. He knelt down and smiled at two of them, whose stems have spun together in harmony. Ludwig must have had a lot of time to go here daily and make sure they spun like this…
*rustle*
"Ve?" He stood up. "Who's there?"
He blinked and saw a figure standing at the entrance of the rose maze. The sunlight blocked his face from him, but before he could even begin to ask for an identity, he turned and ran into the maze. Feliciano darted after him, his hand reaching out and trying desperately to grab onto whoever it was. But this man was moving way too fast for his own good.
After a few minutes of running around and pushing all of the flowers out of the way, he was finally able to see the cape that was on the guy. How was he running so fast, toward his goal, while Feliciano was just a few feet away, barely able to reach him? From the corner of his ears, he could hear someone laughing at his predicament.
"Wait! I can't reach you!"
Feliciano flailed as hard as he could, unable to see or reach anything, until he could finally see the middle of the maze. The figure was nowhere to be seen, instead there was a statue of Ludwig surrounded by daisies and roses. Feliciano stopped for a minute, approaching the statue and touching the leg that was in front of him. It was a memorial, he was sure of it.
"Feli…?"
He froze. There was no way that voice could be…no, there's no way…he turned his head in confusion to see if perhaps it was something else…someone that maybe was a reincarnation of him. Yeah, that's right. Reincarnation. That explains why the figure before him sounded and looked way too much like his beloved. Why his heart is leaping way higher than it's supposed to be. Why Feliciano is starting to whimper pathetically before him.
"L-Lu…Ludwig…?"
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Back at the dark prison cell again, he noticed.
Feliciano's eyes flickered open as he stared at the stone walls that were before him. There were scratches in it, almost as if the last person that was here tried his best to claw his way out into freedom. He shook his head and stood, the pain no longer in his hips, as he went and tried to count them all. It seemed to take up the entire area; he could not find a good place to start counting them.
"You won't be able to get a full number."
He turned his head around and saw another man in the cell across from him. He had a bigger window, allowing the moonlight to reflect the shadow of a rather burly individual. He was extremely muscular (big-boned, maybe?) and from the looks of it, seemed a lot older than he was. Yet his voice was high-pitched and friendly, and his eyes were the most adorable purple he has ever seen.
"Did you know the man that was here?"
"He was an innocent fellow. Short, blond hair and shiny blue eyes. He worked out a lot in that room and thought it was a prison cell. Too happy, in my opinion."
"W-what was his name?"
"I think it was Aaron…or Archer…oh yes, Alfred! Yes, that was his name. He would always want to talk to everyone in this weird and happy tone…it helped us a little bit, due to our situation."
"…where is he?"
"…I'm not sure. The man took him away and…we never saw him again."
Feliciano found himself turning pale, going back to the wall and holding his face in a panic. What happened to this Alfred person? Was he dead? Perhaps he had been sold to someone? Was it like him, being sold to someone that was nice and kind to him? Could he be happy, unlike whoever they were in now?
Elizabeta…Natalya…
He couldn't help but wonder what happened to those two girls. Elizabeta had most of her work cut out for her when Feliciano was there, so he couldn't help but worry if she was handling herself with all of the chores that Francine forced her to go through. And Natalya…he could remember her screams from that exorcism he could barely hear…was she still alive? Was she still drinking that horrible stuff?
And how is Ludwig doing?
Feliciano couldn't help but frown at the fact that Ludwig was most likely trying to find him at this moment. He was searching for him for so long, and just so that he would vanish yet again…Feliciano found himself hoping that Ludwig would forget about him and move on with his life, or at the very least give up his search and declare him dead. Francine can do that, right?
He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep, hoping that perhaps Ludwig will grace his dreams with his presence once more.
