Who: Shrooms & LSD What: Tracer finally joins them on the bed Where: Mari's bedroom, the Highway When: Shrooms and Mari are back, Mari is making music for Classic, Harmony is trying to sleep Warnings: Usual drug gods warnings?
He' d hated it, hated himself for it, but now finally Mari's walls were one shade of soothing green (not the medical or chewing gum kind either) and the ceiling had been painted over too and finally the horrendous mistake was gone, blotted out and why didn't it make Harmony feel any better?
He was curled up and ready for sleep in one of Mari's old sweatshirts and nothing more, the size difference and the shirt size enough that he could wear it almost like a nightshirt. Couldn't sleep though, and it wasn't because of the sound of Mari's music coming up from the basement, that was actually soothing in its faraway, bassy drone. He missed Mari; his brother had come home and gone out again and now he was seemingly fixated on the fact that he'd done wrong by Classic, which LSD could have told him wasn't so, had he been allowed to. He knew that he was the reason that Mari had been forced to up and run at Altamont... what had happened there still fuelled Harmony's bad trips even now. It wasn't Mari's fault though, nothing was Mari's fault, his brave strong but fragile brother who could do no wrong, at least in his eyes.
Mari had nothing to repent for, he was as convinced of that as he was of the fact that he still had a lot to make up for. He was still avoiding venturing downstairs and his powerbase had evaporated quickly once he'd put his mind to it. Especially after that episode at the club where Rave had been spinning. That black mood that had taken him over before overcame him again and he wondered how plausible it would be for him to go to ground under Mari's bed and stay there until people forgot about him and he either slept for the rest of his unlife without hurting anymore people or he was woken up again into a world where, hopefully, Mari was happier and his family were happier and Rave had forgiven him and he had done enough penance to make up for everything else.
Yeah, maybe not. Apparently he was unhappy enough that even Rabbit took pity on him, the fold-eared kitten appearing like the tiny evil ghost she almost was and making her way determinedly over to put her nose in his eye and purr at him until he gave in and drew a hand around her tiny body, pulling her down into the center of the curl made by his curled up form and petting her head there.