Except it isn't okay. It'll never be okay, and every moment he thinks he'll find reprieve, something else happens. Crashing noises all around them. The noise of metal banging in strong impact. A sickly shade of red, washed away slowly into a pink mess. Adam vomits, onto himself and into the well of the floor, before curling up into the seat, unable to get away. Nowhere is safe. You aren't safe to begin with.
The touch from Blue makes him jump, and his breathing quickens. Not enough to hyperventilate, but it's close. "N-no. Nonononononono. It's not I-," he gulps air down. "I killed him. He's dead and it's my fault I-" He keeps shaking his head. They can't forgive him. He should have been paying attention. He's the monster he always knew he was and here's the proof, prone in the back seat of the car someone gave him.
His breathing slows when Blue lets go. Then he feels it, not an illusion but how it's supposed to feel. The smell of mist and moss. Leaves brushing against his skin, rich and smooth like summer. Vines tangling, briars, and brambles. Branches, weaving their way around him, separating him from the rest of the world. Bark and skin and leaf inward, poison and barb and thorn out. A barrier to keep the others out and Adam away. At least until his panic can fade some.
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Date: 2015-03-19 10:38 am (UTC)The touch from Blue makes him jump, and his breathing quickens. Not enough to hyperventilate, but it's close. "N-no. Nonononononono. It's not I-," he gulps air down. "I killed him. He's dead and it's my fault I-" He keeps shaking his head. They can't forgive him. He should have been paying attention. He's the monster he always knew he was and here's the proof, prone in the back seat of the car someone gave him.
His breathing slows when Blue lets go. Then he feels it, not an illusion but how it's supposed to feel. The smell of mist and moss. Leaves brushing against his skin, rich and smooth like summer. Vines tangling, briars, and brambles. Branches, weaving their way around him, separating him from the rest of the world. Bark and skin and leaf inward, poison and barb and thorn out. A barrier to keep the others out and Adam away. At least until his panic can fade some.