Ash & Rook
Ash had been having quite an enjoyable evening at the Blue Velvet but it had literally gone up in flames and smoke. He had wanted to find a way to help but he had been dragged out of the building in a crush of bodies that flowed like a river towards the doors. It was likely the first time he had ever matched his name, streaks of soot and smoke on his skin. And the last thing he'd seen was a bit of blonde in the flames... He knew.
So while he was being held back by strong arms that, at first, he couldn't think about, Ash was straining to get back into the building. He couldn't scream as much as he wanted to - and he certainly tried. His voice had become a harsh squeak with the effort and there was blood on his lips in his efforts to cry out for Anastasia. He needed to be let go. He needed to find her. He needed--Ash collapsed and he sobbed, knowing that she wouldn't leave until the very end. If at all.