The wind was howling and the rain slashed through the air in jagged slices so thick that it distored everything before him and made Lochlann feel like he was walking through a fog. It was early evening, but it might as well have been midnight. The sky inked itself an ugly canvas and even the streetlights could not cut through this storm.
He looked over his shoulder as though expecting someone to be behind him, and then Lochlann continued forward. This was a dangerous place to be, out in the streets during the storm, but it was the most direct path between his apartment and Adelene's, and Lochlann needed to be there.
He needed to feel safe.
Even though they'd barely spoken since that day, Lochlann needed her. He needed to feel her in his bones again. He couldn't take it anymore. He was shaking and he could not stop. He did not feel firmly in his own body. This skin, this human shape, felt like dirt clinging to him and he worried the rain would wash it off him any moment.
But he clung to it.
Despite the pounding water soaking his hair and clothes to his skin, because of course, Lochlann didn't take an umbrella, he somehow looked good. He looked like he belonged in this storm. Lust washed off his body in waves and every part of his aura screamed fuck me fuck me right here in this storm.
But that's not what he was desperate for.
He jerked his head up suddenly, surprised because he could catch someone else out in the rain, and he was about to skirt out of the way when he thought he recognized the silhouette.
"Addy?" his voice was black velvet.
@Trahnael
He looked over his shoulder as though expecting someone to be behind him, and then Lochlann continued forward. This was a dangerous place to be, out in the streets during the storm, but it was the most direct path between his apartment and Adelene's, and Lochlann needed to be there.
He needed to feel safe.
Even though they'd barely spoken since that day, Lochlann needed her. He needed to feel her in his bones again. He couldn't take it anymore. He was shaking and he could not stop. He did not feel firmly in his own body. This skin, this human shape, felt like dirt clinging to him and he worried the rain would wash it off him any moment.
But he clung to it.
Despite the pounding water soaking his hair and clothes to his skin, because of course, Lochlann didn't take an umbrella, he somehow looked good. He looked like he belonged in this storm. Lust washed off his body in waves and every part of his aura screamed fuck me fuck me right here in this storm.
But that's not what he was desperate for.
He jerked his head up suddenly, surprised because he could catch someone else out in the rain, and he was about to skirt out of the way when he thought he recognized the silhouette.
"Addy?" his voice was black velvet.
@Trahnael