nightmares about losing you
for @bottle-of-felix-felicis :) thank you for following!
Lukas has never seen this much blood. His hands are shaking and he can’t breathe and God, no—Philip, Philip, Philip—
He shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hand over his heart. His eyes are straining and filled with tears, and before he knows it familiar hands are smoothing over his shoulder and his back. The room is still sunny and Philip converges on him, pulling him close.
Lukas realizes he’s still in Philip’s bedroom.
“Lukas,” Philip whispers, turning his face gently so they’re facing each other. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”