If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-11 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | heroin, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Heroin.
What: Opening ignored stores of power. Experimenting with truer forms.
Where: Highway, basement.
When: Late Saturday morning.
Warnings: Drug weirdness. Drug use. Language.
Naked and lying on his stomach in the dirt, Heroin close by, Marijuana swung his feet back and forth as he stared at the three plants growing in the dirt in front of him. Sativa, his beautiful Sativa with her crystals glimmering to Marijuana's eyes; Indica, dark Indica with beautiful flowers and lastly, his weak and yet still so exquisite Ruderalis, they all called to him but he wasn't as connected to the Ruderalis as he could have been. It was the ditchweed, the hemp weed, the agricultural aspect of himself and he had shoved that part of himself deep down and locked it off. The power he could gain from opening it up was substantial, it was a third of him, there were thousands upon thousands of plants that he wasn't drawing power from but in order to do what he planned, he had to tap into that source as much as he didn't want that. It wasn't drug power, it wasn't Marijuana, it was Cannabis and delving into that aspect of himself would only make him miss being a plant even more but that reminder would only help with what he was attempting to pull off.
Glancing up at Heroin, he gave his lover a soft smile as he trailed his fingers over the too-dark - in comparison to those of the Sativa and Indica plants - leaves of the Ruderalis. "I- I have to open myself up to what I've ignored, there might be- a power influx." A rather huge one but he didn't want to scare Heroin so he just pushed himself up to his knees, eyes turning the colour of the Ruderalis leaves as he slowly reached down into himself and stripped away the barriers on the weaker, agricultural part of himself. Gradually, power began to swim around him like smoke, power drawn from the hemp fields and the manufacturing plants (he hated that, hated it) and Marijuana breathed it in, shuddering lightly as his power increased by a third. It was too much, far too much and already, his skin was darkening to brown, his fingernails were turning into stems, his hair was darkening and bright green veins began to stand out on trichome covered brown skin.
The next part would be terrifying. He had never attempted to do this before, go back to a plant, regain his true form for even a moment. There was the smoke cloud he could turn into when he had enough power but this was different, this was purely him and it was scary for so many reasons. First of all, the amount of power he would have to use to shift and retain the form would weaken him once he was human again and, well, what if something went wrong? That was why Heroin was here, to witness this intimate part of him and to help if anything went wrong. Not that he had told his lover that was a possibility, of course. "Come here?" He asked, holding out a hand that was slowly turning green from brown, smiling a trichome yellow smile and shivering as little nugs of weed fell from his hair. "Let me kiss you once before I- before I'm no longer in this form." That was important to him, to implant an image of Heroin even more firmly in his mind than his lover already was because his mentality was different as a plant, he thought.
He had to remember that there was something to come back for because if he didn't? The call of the earth, of rooting firmly and never letting go would be too strong to ignore.