|Lachlan Callum Blackwood (writeonmyheart) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-08-12 22:53:00
|Entry tags:||iain blackwood, lachlan blackwood|
Who: Lachlan and Iain Blackwood
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Codeine and Lachlan's penthouse
Warnings/Notes: Drug issues
Codeine had been gone for a week and Lachlan missed him so much it hurt. Or perhaps, not that be wanted to believe it, the ache he was feeling was more like withdrawal and less like yearning and loneliness. Afterall, he was an opiate addict dating the embodiment of an opiate.
He had been up all night, sweating and aching. The morning had seen the occasional hallucination, though now that he had been awake for a few hours he at least knew where he was and what was real. Probably. Mostly. He felt out of control and weird and uncomfortable and irritable all at once. Lachlan hadn't realised he hadn't eaten in a day and a half, too preoccupied with feeling sick and feverish.
He wasn't expecting company, but he trooped over to the door anyway when the buzzer rang to announce someone's presence. Sure he felt sick, but he didn't want to be rude!