#althva

      “ WHAT? have i got something on my face? ” rory quirks a brow, confused though a smile still plays on his mouth. without another thought, he crosses his arms and clutches his fingers to the fabric of his shirt to pull it up and over his head, tossing it into the laundry machine and doing the same with his jeans. “ on the plus side, now you aren’t the only one in your underwear. might be fate, though –– in any movie, we’re about five minutes away from fucking on one of the dryers here. ” @althva

        “ I BROUGHT coffee and sweets. ” fletcher nods, tripping over his feet as he rushes over to sit next to althea and spilling a bit of coffee on his pants in the process. he wrinkles his nose and wipes at it with his finger, sighing as he hands her the drinks and reaches for a napkin. “ you look down lately. ” he notes, glancing at her for a moment before busying himself with cleaning up. “ what’s going on? ”

       “ OH, FUCK. ” is all he manages as he holds his ear to althea’s mouth, fingers pressing into the crook of her neck. “ jesus christ, don’t be dead. ” it all happens so fast that he barely knows what to do, just instinctively throws himself over her and laces his fingers together to start compressions on her chest. “ if you die, this will be massively fucking traumatizing for me, althea. so you better get it the fuck together. ” it feels like hours that he does it, blowing oxygen into her mouth and pressing at her heart but he doesn’t let up –– there’s no way he’s stopping, not until someone pries him off to fix it themselves. he’s definitely not going to let her die, that’s for sure. @althva