If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-31 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, speed |
Who: Marijuana and Speed
Where: Outside the shop, jogging, lunch, jewelry store... Speed's apartment, perhaps. MJ's a busy boy these days.
When: Late morning
Warnings: Drug Gods working out, language, drug use
Marijuana was all dressed up like a stereotypical jock. Baggy green shorts that went down to his knees, a white tank top and a ball cap, he didn't look anything like his usual self as he sat outside the shop, waiting for his little brother. Really, Marijuana just wanted to be there for Speed. He wanted to wrap his arms around his brother and hold him so tight that Speed never hurt again but he couldn't do that because Trip would always hold that special little place in his heart.
But Speed held another place, a different but no less important place and as Marijuana drew out a line of meth on the back of his hand and snorted it up quickly, he knew he had to let his little brother know just how important he was. Not pathetic, not sad and shivery and dark. Beautiful. Light and joyful and bouncy, his little Speedie. It was a lot to take on, making everyone happy and making sure no one got hurt.
But Marijuana could do it. For his family, for his brothers, for love itself.