egodeath (egodeath) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-29 16:32:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | marijuana, shrooms, speed |
Who: Mari, Tracer, and Speed
What: Mari coming home
Where: The Highway
When: Today
Rating: Drug use, obviously. TBA otherwise.
Tracer had spent the night keeping tabs on Faith, on some of the other Mortals, but today it seemed like the storm had withered before it passed and when they went on their usual runs he stayed behind, thinking. Reading. His thoughts were spinning around Shakespearean as he sat in the kitchen, absently poking at his leftover omelette with his fork. Mari came home today, there are you happy. Speed was there to cuddle with, to care for, there are you happy. He laughed at the remembered syntax and the words so far far far from what they were meant to be - and he ate a few more bites, closing his eyes and trying to focus on the new idea still forming. It wasn't there yet, still calling itself up from the Organic and circling around him. Breakfast nook. Nook was a funny, funny word.
His body didn't need sleep, but as he went to the sofa and stretched himself out, he mused on the nature of sleep. Mari slept to level himself. Speed and Harmony and He and all his mortals they all slept because they needed something, because wrapping around someone and falling asleep, then waking up, all seemed to help things make sense. He stretched again, closed his eyes - he hadn't slept last night, staying up to make sure Faith was safe - and now he wanted it. He didn't sleep as well when Mari wasn't there, anyway. But he could make his needless breathing even, and he flew into the sound of his own blood rushing. It was soothing.
He was asleep in minutes. He dreamed of a moon, bright and perfect and full, and of the heaven Mari had described to him.