#save ya mans

[punkjinshi]

Oh no indeed

[hisfinessearchive]

         The first thing he realizes is that he’s nearly drowning, and he can’t piece together how he’s found himself here. Everything is unnervingly vivid, from the indiscernible things that his apparent captors are saying to the sensation of the cloth soaked over his face; Solo’s hands curl around the edges of the plank he’s bound to, knuckles white with the strength of his grip, while simultaneously grasping at bed sheets. Another torrent poured over him, a crease in his brow as eyes screw shut against the phantom sensation. His lips part in a hesitant, ragged intake of air as though he’s inhaling lungfuls of water. He hates it, hates that he’s been here, hates that he’ll undoubtedly find himself here again, and again.

        Unfortunately, it doesn’t click that this is a dream, remnants of past experiences plaguing him behind closed eyes, in the dead of night --- with company, no less, the main reason why he’s never found himself lingering in bed with a lover for long. The worst of all is that he never wakes right away, very much like tonight, shifting restlessly with breaths uneven. The impression of water burning in his lungs nearly makes him choke in his sleep, and perhaps the only reason why he’s not thrashing about is because he’s led to believe he’s strapped down, secured and helpless; he makes no sound other than the strained gasps, head turning from one side to the other in an attempt to save himself from the torment he appears to be facing --- he’s drowning, he’s drowning, with not an ounce of water in his chest, without the environment of an undisclosed bunker, without the bindings at his wrists.

@expertviolence​