Who: Marijuana, Heroin and Adonis. What: Marijuana has napped for too long. Heroin gets help. Where: Briefly Adonis' apartment, then the Highway. When: 4 AM Warnings: Language, drug use, the Organic being greedy.
Adonis was stressed and when he was stressed, he didn't sleep. College had caused a rather epic Zeus tantrum, had disrespected the king of the Greeks, had shown such a total lack of care regarding Adonis' situation and Adonis hated it. Wasn't College supposed to love him? Didn't College care about him remaining free? Didn't College want to keep him and claim him and own him? He wanted to be owned by College because it would be a good owning, a good and happy ownership. Rubbing his jaw where those bruises had been before his lover had healed them, Adonis puttered around his kitchen, frying up strips of bacon just for the hell of it. He fed most of it to Theias and gobbled down several strips for himself, feeling vindictive against that damned boar yet again. Fucking boar. It was late - or early - and Adonis had already finished most of the beer in the fridge and instead, he reached for the last of the mead he'd bought to remind him of Jord.
He really had hurt her. He had chased her, chased the dream that he could be anything different than what he really was, chased after the ideal. But he could never really change. No, he would be sick, twisted forever. He would love the abuse, crave the abuse, crave being taken against his will and College would give him that. Plus? College would feel utterly guilty afterward, would take care of him and give him presents and try his hardest to make everything all better again. It was a perfect balance, for Adonis at least, and that was why College's seeming lack of concern about the entire situation ate at Adonis as he took the mead and a bottle of whiskey to the living room, collapsing on his couch in just his boxers. Tipping the bottle back as he stared up at the ceiling, he drained the mead quickly, tossing the bottle onto the arm chair and lighting up a cigarette as Theias crawled up to settle on his stomach, resting his head between his master's nipples and looking balefully up at Adonis as if to ask what was wrong. Adonis just shook his head, started in on the whiskey, scratching Theias behind the ears as he lit up a joint, puffed deep, and went through just about everything he'd done wrong over the past year.
Thankfully, he was dragged out of his reverie when he heard a knock at the door and Theias instantly lept up and began to bark loudly, not liking the presence of whoever was standing at his door. Adonis hissed an order to be quiet in his native language and the dog subsided into growls as Adonis stumbled toward the door, opening it quickly and raising his eyebrows. Damn. Two mortals, one god and his eyes trailed over the man at the right of the god briefly, lips quirking up into a smirk before looking at the woman and there, Adonis had to quash a shudder of desire and fear. He hated and loved strong women and this one just radiated strength. Instead, he focused on the god. He felt somewhat like Marijuana and like the beautiful heroin that coursed through Adonis' veins from time to time and Adonis just smirked as he puffed on his joint. "What the fuck do you want, Heroin? I haven't touched your brother since I gave him the best night of his existence back in the sixties." Ashing the joint on the floor, he puffed again and decided to poke a bit harder. "I wonder if he's let anyone fuck him since then. Probably not. He'll be nice and tight for you if he ever decides to give up on those lovely control issues." His voice was slurred, his hair mussed, there were circles under his eyes and since Adonis felt like shit, he wanted everyone else to feel like shit as well.