Bjorn was a little worried because he hadn't seen Rekker around for most of the day and he'd asked the other band members and they'd shaken their heads and not seen him either. The ginger bastard must be back at his house. Of course. The blond had already gotten himself into a cab outside the hotel to drive up to Rekker's mansion in the hills. A small house he said. Bullshit. The place was huge to Bjorn.
Once the taxi arrived Bjorn paid the driver then made his way to Rekker's house unlocking the door with the key given to him. He pushed the door ajar and then all the way open as he stood inside the large living space. Bjorn walked into the studio and was met with silence. Not there.
"Where are you, babe? You'd better not be jerking off in the bathroom because I'm going to find you."
A small giggle escaped the blond's lips at that idea as he continued his search for the Brit. He noticed the back door was open leading out into the garden so he decided to head out. It was then he turned and spotted red on the ground. Blood? Was that---
--then his eyes spotted Rekker sat under the porch. There was a red trail leading up to where the ginger was sat. Blood? Oh fuck, it was blood! The blond felt sick. Feint.
"Oh fuck! No! Fuck! Rekker!--- Skit! Herregud, har du skurit dig?"
The singer went pale and ran over to his lover, touching his arm and noticing the smear of blood on his hands, his face, his hair---oh god---his arms. Shit. Had he taken his meds? What had happened?
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Date: 2021-10-05 06:19 pm (UTC)Once the taxi arrived Bjorn paid the driver then made his way to Rekker's house unlocking the door with the key given to him. He pushed the door ajar and then all the way open as he stood inside the large living space. Bjorn walked into the studio and was met with silence. Not there.
"Where are you, babe? You'd better not be jerking off in the bathroom because I'm going to find you."
A small giggle escaped the blond's lips at that idea as he continued his search for the Brit. He noticed the back door was open leading out into the garden so he decided to head out. It was then he turned and spotted red on the ground. Blood? Was that---
--then his eyes spotted Rekker sat under the porch. There was a red trail leading up to where the ginger was sat. Blood? Oh fuck, it was blood! The blond felt sick. Feint.
"Oh fuck! No! Fuck! Rekker!--- Skit! Herregud, har du skurit dig?"
The singer went pale and ran over to his lover, touching his arm and noticing the smear of blood on his hands, his face, his hair---oh god---his arms. Shit. Had he taken his meds? What had happened?