Feliciano stared down his reflection in the mirror. He was glaring, really. It couldn't be him, staring back. It simply couldn't! Everything was all wrong, everything. This wasn't him, not at all. This was a stranger.
Feliciano's skin wasn't that tan. His eyes were amber colored, not magenta. Feli's hair wasn't quite that dark, nor was his smile that tantalizingly poisonous. Feliciano had round, pinkish cheeks, and his cheekbones weren't very prominent, but the man in the mirror was just the opposite. Feli tried hard to spot more differences. His gaze didn't pierce into one's soul, and his shoulders weren't quite that square. Even their clothes weren't the same! He took another glance at the stranger's face. Feliciano shuddered a little at the Cheshire grin his reflection wore, but the reflection didn't move.
Feliciano blinked. The reflection's eyes remained open. That was odd. Had he missed it? Feli tried blinking again. No, the stranger definitely wasn't blinking. If he stared hard enough, would the other man eventually blink or look away?
Apparently not. His eyes now burning, Feliciano scrambled to rub them and soothe the aching pain the attempted staring contest had caused. He definitely wasn't going to try that again. He needed his eyes good and ready to paint the next day!
Feliciano raised a hand. Oh, that one the reflection copied... Maybe he was just seeing things, like his brother always said. Lovino always told him that he was just imagining it, that he had an overactive imagination anyway and that he needed to stop reading so many scary fantasy stories.
With a soft sigh, the younger Italian brother placed the hand on the glass. The small plinking noise his fingertips made against the glass sent shivers down his spine. The stranger had done the same. Somehow, the mirror felt warm beneath his hand, like it was being heated from the other side... As if there really was a hand on the other side of the glass.
"You need a name." Feliciano whispered to the reflection. "I can't just keep calling you my reflection that doesn't match. I can't keep calling you the stranger in my mirror. I'll call you... I'll call you..." He began to wrack his brain for an idea for this stranger in the mirror's name.
He couldn't be Feliciano the Second, that implied they were related. The stranger couldn't be called Lovino like his brother. It couldn't be a Spanish name or a German one, either. Something Italian. Rovino? He was destroying Feliciano's life after all. It sounded too much like his brother's name, however, and Feli didn't want any awkward conversations about that. Perhaps starting with an 'L' might be good? What names started with 'L'? Lovino, Lucca, Lucas, Lyricio... That last one was silly, though Feliciano liked the noise the 'c' made in it. It was like his own name. What if the stranger's name was similar to Feliciano's? They were reflections if each other, after all. Perhaps...
"Luciano."