Harmony Hofmann | LSD (lysergicworship) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-25 03:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | classic rock, lsd |
& the boys chew lego & now we can't build castles or robots cause the pieces don't fit together
Who: Classic & LSD
Where: Watchtower Records
What: LSD responds to Classic's response to his journal and comes over to distract
When: Friday aft/eve
Warnings: Language, drug use?, angst, music
Harmony had left, slipping out and past the mortals and that feeling coming from the basement to free himself and wander out into the street, stumbling around in socked feet and his own clothes for once and not really going anywhere until he remembered that Classic had said, had said he'd be a welcome, welcome distraction and he started making his way there.
He didn't try to think as he walked, as he was pointed at by a passing child who's hand was grabbed by it's paranoid mother, he didn't try to but the thoughts came to him anyway like thread tendrils caught in a current. His brother, his more than that, didn't burn for him anymore; that fire had inexplicably, suddenly, almost arbitrarily turned elsewhere and Harmony didn't have the wherewithal to feel hurt or betrayed or anything about it. He was still blank inside, marble marble marble, no colour, no shape, no movement just still cold solid and white.
Harmony had never felt so dirty before. All he felt like now was his brother's whore. What was it he had said. A relinquished claim? And the way it had been said, as if it has been a thing inside Mari that his brother wanted to control but couldn't, like something had cradle snatched him and Mari hadn't been bothered to stop it. He felt like so much chattel. He couldn't feel anything. The only concept he could seem to hold of himself was as an object. He thought back into the haze that was his birth and thought back to the haze that was Mari's submission to the tar and Harmony's, well. He wondered why it didn't hurt him to know that the latter was more honest than the former.
No, Harmony couldn't feel anything because he was still upright and walking around and if he'd stopped to let it hit him his knees would have given out and he would have returned to the minds of his users without question.
He reached the shop and peeked in, sought Classic without being able to feel where he was, looked for the unasking, undemanding warmth his friend gave without a need to try and heat his cold insides, just because thats how he was. Hopefully Classic wouldn't be too unnerved by the fact that Harmony was an utter absence of song.