[@Asch][AU] Black Dreams
They cry together, for a while, until Luke slumps into him in sleep and he’s run out of tears. It’s still a while until the shakes quit; he just keeps his arms around his replica, listening to the gentle breathing of sleep. It helps.
Eventually he starts getting drowsy himself, so rather than sleep there in the back of the wagon, he manages to extract himself from the blanket enough to pull away, and - with a lot of effort - lift Luke over to the makeshift bed in the center of the wagon. Then he retrieves the blanket and snuggles down beside him.
The drawers rattle. The wagon jumps at a particularly bad bump. He curls closer to his replica, thinking of the darkness and of lights put out, and finally falls asleep.
Luke awoke late into the morning the next day when it was far too hot to be comfortable under a thick quilt and snuggled up next to someone else. He stubbornly kicked the sheets off of him before sitting up, seeing that he was still in the back of the wagon he had been put in last night. The boy who looked just like him was curled up on the bed next to him. When he saw him, lying there, he flashed back to the manor where everyone around him lay motionless. He jerked forwards and shook him vigorously, fearing for the absolute worst that this boy now too was motionless.
His fears were groundless as the other boy awoke, and Luke gave a very heavy sigh of relief that he was okay and moving. He made small vocalizations, before the back of the wagon opened up and there were people that he didn’t recognize. The heat only seemed to intensify after that. “They’re finally awake!” a young woman called out.
“Get them some food and water, we don’t want them dehydrating out here in the desert.” a man grunted as he turned and walked away.