egodeath (egodeath) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-22 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | opium, shrooms |
Who: Shrooms and Opium
What: Visits and playing in the dirt
Where: A Nook, then elsewhere
When: Today
Rating/Warning: TBA, but drug use!
Tracer had gone into himself more and more since he let with Peyote. He was waiting for something, something to show him what his Brother-Grandfather had meant about forging new connections, but whatever it was hadn't come... and then he'd forgotten what he'd been looking for. He loved his family, he liked his routine and his home and keeping his pieces together. He hadn't had a bad trip in so long that he barely remembered how they burned him and closed in the world, and so it had been easy to feel more and more like himself at the Nook without ever meaning it. He had Faith, he had the shining pieces of his brother, back and flitting around him like fireflies he could protect, and he knew he was loved. It was enough, really, to make the days stretch out and meld together.
He wasn't really aware, as he turned the sign to closed in the doorway of the restaraunt, how long it had been since he'd done anything other than love and sleep and try to mend things that the universe didn't want mended. He was going to have to send Faith to the store, again. That much, he knew.