If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-04 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | heroin, marijuana |
Who Marijuana and Heroin
Where: Heroin's apartment
When: Evening
Warnings: Drugs, language.
Marijuana hated burning out. Most of his followers hated it as well, but his were of a greater magnitude. He should have seen it coming after it had taken him so long to escape from the dirt but he had been an idiot and just kept pushing himself. Now, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep but the thought of helping Opium and seeing Heroin, along with breakfast plans with Flora tomorrow, kept him awake.
After making sure he packed some of last night's brownies in his pockets for them, he took one of the cars, reaching up with his immortal senses to see if Harmony was still there. Thankfully, Marijuana couldn't feel his younger brother and just walked up the stairs, trying not to think about the fact that he'd told Harmony they couldn't keep continuing like this. This was about making sure Opium was okay, about making sure Heroin was holding up, not about a silly little break-up.
Rubbing at baggy eyes and trying to ignore the fact that his reflection in the hallway glass looked a bit paler than normal, he quickly found Heroin's apartment and opened the door tentatively, stepping inside and calling out. "Brother? I brought brownies."