If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-25 11:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Dave Henderson (closed narrative)
Where: Greasy diner, Coney Island, Dave's apartment
When: Saturday
Warnings: Drug use, bittersweet happiness.
Dave jerked awake to the sound of 'Up in Smoke' coming from his cell phone and only thought about the heroin for a split second before he answered it. A bright grin spread over his face as he raced around his apartment, getting dressed and brushing his teeth and trying really hard to work some colour back into his face. It had been a hard night but as he brushed his shaggy hair, he sighed happily. He got to spend an entire day with Marijuana. It reminded him of the old days, of the first few years where he had never left Marijuana's side or his bed. Things had changed, he had grown older and busier and Marijuana had found others but Dave had always been utterly and completely in love with his god. Finally dressed, he raced downstairs to where Marijuana was waiting outside the apartment building, sunglasses covering blackened eyes, a smile on his pale face as he wrapped his arms around Dave tight, pressing a kiss to his cheek before they got into the car.
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They found a rather dingy diner but their table was filled with plates of food, Dave eating eagerly as Marijuana looked over a stack of legal documents. "Everything of yours is still the same, yeah?" Marijuana asked, looking up from Dave's will. "Everything goes to me and Cam?" Dave nodded, mouth full of bacon, swallowing quickly before frowning slightly. "Are you going to put the Highway in someone elses' name? It's been under mine for eight years." Marijuana merely shook his head as he reached for a cup of coffee, draining about half of it as he thought.
"Nah, I just have to change who gets it." Marijuana thought about it as Dave shrugged, the mortal knowing his death was coming and not really caring. Hell, he was looking forward to it and Marijuana made corrections on the will before sliding it back into an envelop and helping Dave dig in, the two extremely hungry stoners devouring the huge breakfast meal quite quickly.
The Highway would be split between Heroin, Tracer and Cam when Dave passed away. The millions of dollars hidden away under Dave's name would go to LSD.
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Sticky fingers from cotton candy, red mouths from candy apples and kernals in their teeth from the popcorn, Marijuana tried not to freak out as the roller coaster they were on neared the top of the hill. It wasn't wood, it was steel and it was high, so far away from the earth and the soil and everything good. Dave knew, Dave knew almost every little quirk that his boss had and wrapped a tight arm around Marijuana's shoulder, whispering soothing words into the shaking god's ear. Finally, they reached the top and Marijuana's fear turned into laughter as they raced down, wind in their hair, holding tight to each other as if nothing could ever rip them apart.
Stumbling away from the ride, still holding hands and drawing rather odd looks from those around them, they found a little alcove and Marijuana broke out quite a few large blunts and they merely giggled and gossiped about the mortals, their attention away from everything that was hurting them. When Marijuana noticed Dave absentmindedly scratching the insides of his arms, he merely smiled and dragged him off to the bumper cars.
Surprisingly, Dave did most of the damage, ramming Marijuana into several walls as his boss giggled, doing his best to retaliate before their time was up and they headed off, Marijuana stopping in front of a ring toss and looking up at a giant green stuffed teddy bear. It took him about eighty dollars and an hour to win it but he did and Dave was beaming as they left Coney Island, one arm holding the bear to his chest and one hand grasping tight to Marijuana's.
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They decided not to go out to see a movie and instead raided Dave's collection of stoner movies. Marijuana cooked pot after pot of mac and cheese and once they were through 'Up in Smoke', they switched to 'Dazed and Confused'. Halfway through the movie, Dave began to shiver and look pleadingly up at Marijuana who merely nodded. Reaching into his pocket, Marijuana brought out his own stash of heroin, prepared it quickly and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his second's lips before sliding the needle into Dave's vein, the mortal whimpering in relief and sagging back on the couch. Marijuana looked at him sadly before shooting up himself and sinking back, dragging Dave close and they were in bliss together, wrapped up in a heroin embrace.
Three movies, several joints and almost a pack of cigarettes later, Dave was twitchy and Marijuana merely smiled at him, picking him up gently and taking him to bed. Holding a joint to his favourite mortal's lips, Marijuana waited for Dave to toke before reaching into his mind and sending him down into a stoned sleep. Wavering and looking down at the sleeping form of the mortal he loved so deeply, Marijuana made a decision.
Crawling into bed beside Dave, his mortal turned toward him, throwing an arm over his waist and Marijuana nuzzled against him. He was almost trying to burrow down into his friend, his mortal, his former lover, his Dave.
Marijuana couldn't keep him, no. But he could do his best to make sure the mortal knew he was loved while he was still alive and Marijuana's.