Harmony Hofmann | LSD (lysergicworship) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-05 22:42:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Dog dirty numb cracking boy; Shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot
Who: Ares, Heracles, Harmony
What: To be with his people and find a place to be
Where: Out on the road again, I'm on the road again... or clubs.
When: Evening?
Rating: TBD
Harmony wasn't stupid. Okay, he was, very much so, but he wasn't so dim that he didn't know after the fifth imaginary problem came along that his brother was trying to get him out of the house. He'd left of course but it was troubling him; if Heroin wanted him to leave for a bit why hadn't he just said so? He knew it was likely that his brother needed some time away from him, and to be honest he didn't really mind.
Opium was there and he couldn't be around her without apologising all the time or feeling guilt heavy and weighing in his throat; it was HIS fault she was like that because he'd been too upset to hold himself back in taking revenge on the phonoi for what they'd done to his Mari. Or not his anymore.
He'd been trying not to think about that. His brother had called it an "eternal destructive dance". Their relationship, and Harmony had never thought of it that way. Destroying the one person he loved the way he loved Mari... how could a drug with so little dangerous side effects cause so much trouble? It felt wrong and it felt cold on the other side of Mari's love. He'd smoked more weed than he'd dropped acid but it didn't help, nothing made him feel close to MJ anymore. It was like being cut off from the sun.
Just like that Harmony realised the most plausible reason behind Heroin's secretive eagerness to get him out of the house. He still didn't understand this 'not lovers' thing Mari had said but the realisation that now Mari didn't even want to see him was, well. He didn't have words for it but no one had found a good trip on LSD since that terrible journalled conversation.
He was out now, club bouncing, stalking through and using his powers to bypass the lines at the doors, the bouncers, the bar staff who wouldn't let him drink. He flitted through the crowds like the strobe lights that dappled the moving heaving bodies in there and not there shadows and bright light like cut glass in different colours.
He did a line of coke and wondered if his brother felt it.
He thought about finding a place of his own now, like the tattoo parlour before he'd found Mari again, somewhere he'd be out of the way but contactable so that no one would worry and he wouldn't cause more trouble - but for now the night was in its infancy, so he just dropped a tab and danced.