[This encounter was a matter of developed trust between himself and Richard. They had made a bond based on secrets, and this was not the first time either he or Richard had had a disagreement or a conversation ended on a sour note and then they arrived a day or two later to make up with one another. He expected that this was one of those, where he was welcomed to settle back into the normalcy of their relationship which he had come to rely upon.
Of course, all of that was completely upended when Richard turned a dramatic left turn from the usual beats they tended to walk in such situations. He hissed through mismatched teeth at the hand on his throat, panic taking him back to that day in the Pilt, the chair sold but in motion to imitate the water rushing by him. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated, and his lips parted as his breathing escalated as if trying to fill his lungs as much as possible until the air was cut off completely.
His world shrunk momentarily as he froze a few moments before the struggle began, and in the anticipation of a fight, he sliced his neck on the knife blade. He heard the words but didn't register them immediately as he came out of the momentary panic and his eyes actually focused on Richard rather than the spot beyond the younger man's shoulder. He licked his lips, mastering himself even with the adrenaline pumping through his blood and he was barely able to stay seated.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he tried to cover over the panic by clenching his hands on Richard's thighs hard enough to bruise. Grounding himself. It was nothing, it was foreplay. He had this handled or so he told himself, barely registering the kiss until it was an awkward amount of time to respond. He blinked his eye rapidly, mouth still slightly agape and breathing fast and panicky.]
I... here? [The question came out like a hissing croak.]
cw: ptsd panic attack
Of course, all of that was completely upended when Richard turned a dramatic left turn from the usual beats they tended to walk in such situations. He hissed through mismatched teeth at the hand on his throat, panic taking him back to that day in the Pilt, the chair sold but in motion to imitate the water rushing by him. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated, and his lips parted as his breathing escalated as if trying to fill his lungs as much as possible until the air was cut off completely.
His world shrunk momentarily as he froze a few moments before the struggle began, and in the anticipation of a fight, he sliced his neck on the knife blade. He heard the words but didn't register them immediately as he came out of the momentary panic and his eyes actually focused on Richard rather than the spot beyond the younger man's shoulder. He licked his lips, mastering himself even with the adrenaline pumping through his blood and he was barely able to stay seated.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he tried to cover over the panic by clenching his hands on Richard's thighs hard enough to bruise. Grounding himself. It was nothing, it was foreplay. He had this handled or so he told himself, barely registering the kiss until it was an awkward amount of time to respond. He blinked his eye rapidly, mouth still slightly agape and breathing fast and panicky.]
I... here? [The question came out like a hissing croak.]