If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-18 19:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana |
Who: Marijuana (narrative)
Where: The Highway, basement.
When: Late Wednesday night.
Warnings: Drug use, sacrificial self-injury.
Making sure he was as high as possible, Marijuana's face was grim as he descended the stairs to the basement, holding a switchblade in his hand tightly. Eris was upstairs, the mortals were busy and if Tracer could feel what he was doing, no mention of it had been made. The reaction of his family should part of the accusations be proved true weighed heavily on his mind. Really, that profiteer feeling was present in all drugs, but effectively becoming Hades' pimp wasn't very moral of him. Striking Eris, they would understand but whoring out his mortals wasn't a common practice. But the diamonds; so bright and shimmering, they had drawn him in and the promise of more had him agreeing to let Hades have Dave once or twice a week.
Reaching the expanse of dirt, the same dirt from which he'd risen, the same dirt that Eris' blood had been absorbed into, he stripped himself of all clothing quickly. Lying on his back in the dirt, he closed his eyes. "Lifegiver, I have sworn a false pledge in your name, but you already know that, don't you?" In response, his body sank down into the dirt, legs covered quickly, the soil creeping up his stomach quickly. "Take me down." He whispered, "See into me. I spring from you, I spring up from your soil, let me come down and explain myself to you." With that, he was dragged down into the depths, taking a deep breath just before his head was covered.
Dirt flooded his ears, his nose, trying to break through into his tightly closed lips and eyes as the dirt delved into his plant-like mind. It mulled over the plant's reasoning. Bad, unearthy people would hurt the plant if they found out what it had done. The plant had punished the crazy unearthy one, the one who had caused the plant to lie dead and stripped of nutrients until earthy power had brought it back. The plant had used an unearthy one to gain earthy things and the organic approved and would protect the power of the false pledge.
Just before Marijuana would grow terrified and want to claw his way to the surface, the dirt moved and raised him up as it let Marijuana know exactly what it wanted in return for its indulgence. The plant God only nodded and raising himself into a sitting position, he dragged the knife across his wrist. Holding it over the dirt, he left himself bleed until he felt woozy and reached for his t-shirt to press it to the wound. He watched his nectar absorb down into the earth with a faint smile.
It is good.
Marijuana nodded in satisfaction and rose shakily, inclining his head and murmuring a few faint words of praise and devotion before he stumbled off to the shower to perform minor first aid and wash the dirt off. He hated that he had been forced by Athena to bleed but if he had to bleed, this was as good of a cause as any. He wasn't necessarily proud of his actions but he wasn't going to be ashamed. Staring at himself in the mirror as he lit up a blunt, Marijuana felt absolved.
It was fixed. He was protected.