Angsty thread for holdon_together
ooc; this is mostly gratuitous for rough shower sex but also because i've had it planned for a while. so. yeah. the icons though. THE ICONS.
Adler had been at the gym when he got the call, he'd been waiting for Al there and thought nothing of it when their meeting time came and went and she didn't show up. Al was notorious for being late and it wouldn't be anything new if she wound up getting there an hour or so after they were set to work out. It wasn't until he got the call from her mother that he started to get nervous.
The ground dropped out from beneath him as he listened to her talk, offering weak words of comfort and soft affirmatives. He felt like he couldn't breathe, couldn't concentrate, couldn't understand what was happening. He barely registered that he had run home until he arrived at the door, sweaty and breathless and somehow still full of nervous energy that made his skin prickle and his blood cold. He grabbed his cell phone and typed out a quick text to Leif 'please come home' before setting down the phone and carelessly stepping out of all his clothes.
His shoes, shirt, pants and jacket made a trail as he made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on as hot as it would go and waited until steam fogged up everything, waited until the bathroom was as hazy as his own mind felt and then stepped under the spray. He hissed at the burn but then let his head fall against the tile, staying under the shower head as it turned his skin red and wrinkly. Even in the shower he felt unsettled, felt too heavy, felt uptight and anxious and like his body was too big for his skin. The best he could do was just try to hold onto the tiles, even though he knew they would just keep slipping out from under him.
Adler had been at the gym when he got the call, he'd been waiting for Al there and thought nothing of it when their meeting time came and went and she didn't show up. Al was notorious for being late and it wouldn't be anything new if she wound up getting there an hour or so after they were set to work out. It wasn't until he got the call from her mother that he started to get nervous.
The ground dropped out from beneath him as he listened to her talk, offering weak words of comfort and soft affirmatives. He felt like he couldn't breathe, couldn't concentrate, couldn't understand what was happening. He barely registered that he had run home until he arrived at the door, sweaty and breathless and somehow still full of nervous energy that made his skin prickle and his blood cold. He grabbed his cell phone and typed out a quick text to Leif 'please come home' before setting down the phone and carelessly stepping out of all his clothes.
His shoes, shirt, pants and jacket made a trail as he made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on as hot as it would go and waited until steam fogged up everything, waited until the bathroom was as hazy as his own mind felt and then stepped under the spray. He hissed at the burn but then let his head fall against the tile, staying under the shower head as it turned his skin red and wrinkly. Even in the shower he felt unsettled, felt too heavy, felt uptight and anxious and like his body was too big for his skin. The best he could do was just try to hold onto the tiles, even though he knew they would just keep slipping out from under him.