If this weren't a life-or-death situation, Luca might have taken a moment to appreciate Naveen's looks. He really was easy on the eyes, and while Luca wasn't really one to be blatant about his attractions- not without a little booze in him, at least- he could still silently appreciate a handsome man.
But at that moment, Luca was still pumped full of adrenaline from running for his life for the last half-mile. He felt like his chest was going to explode, and the panic was still in him, so much so that he almost missed recognizing just who Naveen was. Thankfully he didn't though, as he probably would have torn off through the house, leaving poor Naveen behind to be discovered by the soldiers.
"It's you," Luca said, pointing a finger at Naveen in an almost-accusing manner, "You're the prince!"
It was hard not to recognize Naveen, even naked; his face had been all over everything for the last few days. Even here in France people were mourning the death of the Maldonian royal family, as the countries had always had close ties.
Before he could say much more, he heard the shouts of the men running down the street. They were getting closer, and if Luca didn't move, he would soon be discovered. But if hejust left Naveen here, he would be found instead of Luca, and it was Naveen that the soldiers were after in the first place.
It took Luca all of two seconds to decide what to do. Even when he was worried about his own life, he couldn't leave someone else to die in his place.
Luca shut the window he had dove through, twisting the lock on it. It would only be a minor delay to the soldiers, but it would buy them time. Then he looked around on the ground for anything Naveen could throw on quickly (a naked man would draw even more suspicion, and Luca wasn't articulate enough in French to come up with lies quickly). He settled for a pair of pants and a long coat, and he grabbed them and threw them at Naveen.
"Put these on," he said, speaking in English. He wasn't sure if Naveen knew Italian or not, and he wasn't confident enough in his own French skills to be able to explain what was going on. "And shoes, if you have them. We need to go, now."
Nah, brakets didn't quite work for me, gonna prose it up too :3
But at that moment, Luca was still pumped full of adrenaline from running for his life for the last half-mile. He felt like his chest was going to explode, and the panic was still in him, so much so that he almost missed recognizing just who Naveen was. Thankfully he didn't though, as he probably would have torn off through the house, leaving poor Naveen behind to be discovered by the soldiers.
"It's you," Luca said, pointing a finger at Naveen in an almost-accusing manner, "You're the prince!"
It was hard not to recognize Naveen, even naked; his face had been all over everything for the last few days. Even here in France people were mourning the death of the Maldonian royal family, as the countries had always had close ties.
Before he could say much more, he heard the shouts of the men running down the street. They were getting closer, and if Luca didn't move, he would soon be discovered. But if hejust left Naveen here, he would be found instead of Luca, and it was Naveen that the soldiers were after in the first place.
It took Luca all of two seconds to decide what to do. Even when he was worried about his own life, he couldn't leave someone else to die in his place.
Luca shut the window he had dove through, twisting the lock on it. It would only be a minor delay to the soldiers, but it would buy them time. Then he looked around on the ground for anything Naveen could throw on quickly (a naked man would draw even more suspicion, and Luca wasn't articulate enough in French to come up with lies quickly). He settled for a pair of pants and a long coat, and he grabbed them and threw them at Naveen.
"Put these on," he said, speaking in English. He wasn't sure if Naveen knew Italian or not, and he wasn't confident enough in his own French skills to be able to explain what was going on. "And shoes, if you have them. We need to go, now."