Adonis (cultish) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-07 02:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | adonis, marijuana |
Who: Adonis and Marijuana, because Marijuana is a douche
Where: Highway basement
When: Wednesday night/Thursday morning, 2 AM
Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, drug use, slight attempt at coercion.
Adonis had yelled. Adonis had ranted and raved at Marijuana. He was feeling better; the snow had melted and his wound had healed but seeing Marijuana tell the entire freaking world that he had been sexually assaulted had him alternating between sobs and screams as he paced across the basement floor of the Highway, Marijuana sitting in the dirt and just letting him scream it all out. Marijuana only felt partially guilty; they were trying to tear him away from his Heroin, his everything. But... Adonis was a friend. An extremely fucked-up friend; but a friend nonetheless. Once a lover, now a confidant, they had a connection; plant to plant god.
Once Adonis was finished crying and yelling all of his anger out, he slumped down into the dirt next to Marijuana, resting his head on his friend's shoulder. "I could make you, you know." He mumbled, reaching out to attempt to breach Marijuana's mind with lustful power, wanting him, wanting that earthy connection he couldn't get from College or any of their current lovers. Adonis simply couldn't help himself but Marijuana, still the more powerful one even with Adonis' recent power influx just laughed lightly, shaking his head with a rather fond smile.
"No, you couldn't." He burned up Adonis' presence in his mind rather easily and just slung an arm around his friend's shoulder, kissing his forehead as he tried to will down the slight tightness in his jeans. "And that would make you just like them." Marijuana finished, turning his head to look down at Adonis, dark blue eyes meeting swollen light blue. Adonis merely nodded with a sigh and nuzzled into Marijuana's neck. "I don't want to be like them, not in that way. And I'm really not trying to hurt you. But you're stressed, I can feel it. You need us."
Marijuana shook his head. "You can't give me what I need, Adonis, as hard as that is for you to know. I love him. I can't, won't betray him." It was said simply, for no more words were needed. They were honest with each other, always, within their friendship, even as they hurt each other. Adonis sighed and just nodded, wrapping an arm around Marijuana's waist as his friend lit up a joint for them to share. "Adonis." Marijuana said seriously as he held the joint up to the gardener-god's lips, Adonis taking a few deep puffs before Marijuana pulled his hand back to run fingers lightly through blonde hair. "Tell me. Was it College?"
Because Marijuana had his suspicions. He knew College's nature. He knew Adonis' nature. He knew the clash that it would have created. He knew Adonis both loved and hated such treatment and he knew College could have easily taken advantage of that. Adonis remained silent and Marijuana sighed. "I won't touch him. Won't tell anyone. Won't use it against him. I promise on the Organic."
And that was all it took for Adonis to nod pathetically. "But I love him." Came his trembling reply and Marijuana dropped the joint into the earth and drew Adonis in against his chest, wrapping his arms around him tight as Adonis sobbed into his shirt.
"I know. I know."
That was all Marijuana could say. He knew College, not as well as he knew Adonis, but he knew enough to know that College would hurt Adonis again. Maybe not sexually or physically, but emotionally. His friend was scarred; horribly scarred on the inside, as ugly as his face was beautiful. College would be merely another scar on a damaged mind. But Marijuana would be there, not matter how hard Adonis tried to lure him away from Heroin, no matter what they did to each other.
Because Marijuana was a plant and Adonis was a plant god.
It was just that simple.