Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-07-02 12:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, salvia |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Salvia
What: A meeting in the park
When: Friday night
Where: Central Park
It was night time in Central Park and Dylan was sitting in the grass, his backpack propped up against a tree trunk, his shoes beside it with his socks balled up inside them. The green blades of grass poked up between his toes in places, and occasionally they would prick at his skin and he would lean over to smooth them down. He was waiting for Salvia, his friend-who-was-a-goddess or, rather, a god now, it seemed. He had done his best to keep away from all that supernatural business, Henri being the exception, but now it seemed that Salvia had the ability to pull him back in, and he didn't really mind. Salvia had been his closest friend in the bad times, and he felt bad that he hadn't seen her - him, in months. He was getting better, he was trying to get better, at least, and maybe now he could be friends with Salvia without being involved in all the mind-snapping business. She was nice, after all, and sweet and her drug always made him feel good. So maybe it would be alright. Maybe.