egodeath (egodeath) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-06 18:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, shrooms |
Who: Shrooms and Marijuana
What: Brothers reconciled? Let's hope.
Where: The Nook
When: Yesterday
Warnings: Drug siblings, TBA
The rest were upstairs, and the workers who Faith had found had already left for the day, but Tracer was downstairs, waiting for his brother. He wasn't sure when he'd come, but that didn't matter. He was stretched out on a white work sheet on his back, watching the ceiling, filled to the brim with his own taste and feeling the air around him as it moved up and joined the spirals he could see stretching out across the drywall. And he felt fine.
It was too bad the workers had gone home, their quick staccato Spanish and their stalled, choppy attempts at English. He thought Mari might have liked to meet them, but Tracer waited on the floor near the open door and hummed - louder than he meant to. Upstairs he could feel Harmony somewhere. Could feel Faith moving and brightening up her own little apartment - the brothers were still in the hotel but she had taken over living here, making sure nothing happened while they were gone. Beyond them, the thing he couldn't feel for too long and had missed more than he even missed his organic brother, he could feel the cords that bound them all together.