Who: Shrooms and Opium What: Brothers catching up Where: Opium's apartment When: Tonight Rating/Warning: Explicit
When he'd finally caught on to what his brother had meant, he didn't have to think before he made his way out into the city. He wasn't quite sure where his brother lived, but his brother was connected to the earth, and to him, and he'd been in his blood and had his brother in his lungs - it wasn't hard to feel his way across the city to find him. When he did, moving through Chinatown and finding the heady haze of the tobacco shop, it was all too fitting.
He knew he was welcome before he knocked, and so he didn't - just leaned against the doorway, pushing his influence out and up and waiting for his brother to feel him there. There was something else here, something familiar and something older, and the lingering of something more synthetic than his brother Opium's synthetic edge. But it fit, too, and Tracer didn't have any reason to worry about it.