WHO: Armaan Khatri, Iestyn and Henry Ceredig, possibly momentary Saint David to answer the door, eventually Freddie and Rhadika Khatri [NPC] WHEN: Monday afternoon WHERE: Casa Ceredig WHAT: Help me WARNINGS: Homophobia, conversion practices
Armaan had only been to Henry's place once with both Avery and Lyra. But it was the closest and safest place he knew when he had had to run from his uncle's house, leaving his shoes and coat behind. His phone and wallet had been in the coat, so running was really his only option.
He pounded on the front door, his socks soaking from running through slush and snow. He was shaking from adrenaline and cold, and he was still sure he was being chased so he felt frantic and awful. He tried to draw desperate lungfuls of air in while he waited for the door to be answered, but it was so cold and his lungs felt coated with ice. He couldn't feel his feet any more.
Oh god-
The door opened and Armaan didn't even see who it was, he just fell through it, a shaking terrified mess.