Who: Ketamine and Methadone What: Fluff for the sake of fluff. When: Very early Sunday morning, after this. Where: Their apartment. Warning: References to drug use, minor sexuality, fluff.
After his "work" that afternoon, Ketamine had come back home (a word that was still sinking in, had nearly taken root under his skin) and dropped his bag by the door only to strip down and make his way to the tank. His self-control was commendable, he hadn't spent all week in there, only when his homework was finished and Methadone was still at work. It left him smelling vaguely like salt water all the time now, and his hair was a little dryer than it usually was, but Ketamine had been thinking more clearly and processing more effectively because of it. Little by little the scientist he was born as was starting to peek out from the splintered mind that had wrapped around it.
Tonight he didn't think about how long he was there, though. He didn't set the timer for when Methadone was going to be home, he just left the intercom on and let himself sink into the pitch black and soundless nothing, until cosmos and colorful swirling chemical compositions blurred past his vision and the tunnel laid out before him. He spent most of his time talking with the Others now, absorbing the knowledge of the universe and tucking it away into secret places. What better way was there to spend a weekend?
There was no saying how much time had passed when Ketamine felt something sharp prickle at the back of his neck. He felt it here, where he sat in white sand with two others who had taken some recognizable human shape easiest to comprehend when he went back there. But he couldn't comprehend the feeling. It wasn't pain and it wasn't pleasure, it was like the burn of a needle injecting anesthesia into veins, the burn of chemicals in nostrils, the burn of brothers' love. Ketamine felt himself twitch - both here and there and a slightly confused expression came over his face. When next he looked the tan-white sky had gone deep blue and the sand turned black before falling out from under him as he was tugged not so gently away.
He almost went under when he woke up, eyes wide and vertigo consuming his body for a moment as he tasted iron in the back of his throat and felt water splash into his eyes and up his nose. Coughing, Ketamine tried to right himself in the water, only to feel a rush that made his eyes roll back and his hands grope through the darkness for anything solid to hold onto. His fingers finally touched the ledge of the tank and he felt blindly for the wall, the door, the latch. He didn't realize he was wide-eyed and seeing colors until light hit him. Stumbling out into the shower, Ketamine closed the door behind him and turned on the water, sitting down on the shower floor with a thud and wiping blood away from his nose.
Hands stretched out to touch the shower walls on either side, while his ankles crossed and feet pressed to the tile, knees drawn up to his chest. The solid around him kept him grounded to there while he experienced the feel of a bountiful handful of lost users come back to him - in him, surging through and leaving him feeling dizzy and blissfully overwhelmed.