08-01-2008, 01:18 AM
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Table by Tammi!
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The wine still stained and flavoured her tongue, trickled in her veins and softened her muscles, but the coyote's broad collection of intoxicants piqued her interest, and she listened to their explanations one by one with patient interest. Marijuana very distinctly reminded her of her mother, and in one way or another, had never really agreed with her all that well. It slowed her down, fogged her brain, muffling her innate need for movement, beats, and attention to the senses. The hallucinogens were the choice from that summer long-passed now, eye-openers that made her see the music beating in the pulse of her companions and let her draw the constellations they showed her on the flesh of a lover. But she had been led through them by knowledgeable guides that steered her away from the pits that she saw a few fall into, and the warning that came with this dusted meat caused her to waver and thoroughly consider his final offer. Good old booze, a staple addiction in her life that, given more time than she was likely to offer, would likely be the end of her. Certainly the easiest one to reach for, but easy had not been the focus of her last handful of hours. She craved something that would jog her brain, shake her up, launch her away from the patterns she had worn so deep and recent events suggested that maybe, she couldn't get out of with the edge just out of reach.
"Well, if you insist," she purred, just as her overgrown bangs swung out to cover the right side of her face. She pushed her rear off of the couch's arm and into the lap of the cushion next to Anslem, facing him and the backrest with crossed legs that pushed her fanciful skirt out in every direction, just like the spinning fairytale urban princess that she made a mockery of. From there, she reached over and took the second piece of meat that he had explained, and brought it near to examine it, aware of how vague her understanding of a proper dose really was. She was a disturbingly small luperci, and if it were designed for the likes of this bulked-up boy, a small portion seemed reasonable, and that was what she took. The rabbit flesh overruled the taste of the drugs, and the lot of it dropped down her throat with a pleasant weight and texture that she had grown less familiar with in her heavily seafood dietary lifestyle. She returned the rest of the meat to him with a double lip of her lips, a quick suck of her thumb and a cheeky little smile, "The kindness of drug-bearing strangers," she said with a pleased note of humour, refocusing on his face with a distant anticipation of the oncoming effects. "So what are you doing out here?" she asked, leaning her weight into one locked arm connecting to the boney edge of the couch. "Hanging out in beautiful and remote piles of rubble, coming at oblivion from a few angles at once--it's not something I find here everyday. And trust me, I do look every day." It was definitely an unusual state and place to find someone so comfortable, and her never-ceasing curiosity with others' whys gravitated onto people like this.
In a tower of steel Nature forges a deal To raise wonderful hell
Nature didn't like to make things easy. Quick fixes always came with catches, and there was never a win-win, let alone a black and a white. To feed an addiction, to get instant pleasure, meant notching a day off of the long-term story. Health, mental, physical, emotional, one or more would pay for all of their fixes, but oh-so often, those bandaids were what got someone by and gave any hope of seeing that bigger picture, even if it was being shaved down by the day. Everyone had something worthless that they clung to for that reason, when it came down to it. Drugs were just the tip of the iceberg--power, love, wealth, sex--there was something for everyone out there. There was a nature, and instinct to it. And those were just the kinds of instincts that Poe trusted in the most, these days. The ones that kept your heart alight, sometimes in in exchange for basic survival. More than sometimes.The wine still stained and flavoured her tongue, trickled in her veins and softened her muscles, but the coyote's broad collection of intoxicants piqued her interest, and she listened to their explanations one by one with patient interest. Marijuana very distinctly reminded her of her mother, and in one way or another, had never really agreed with her all that well. It slowed her down, fogged her brain, muffling her innate need for movement, beats, and attention to the senses. The hallucinogens were the choice from that summer long-passed now, eye-openers that made her see the music beating in the pulse of her companions and let her draw the constellations they showed her on the flesh of a lover. But she had been led through them by knowledgeable guides that steered her away from the pits that she saw a few fall into, and the warning that came with this dusted meat caused her to waver and thoroughly consider his final offer. Good old booze, a staple addiction in her life that, given more time than she was likely to offer, would likely be the end of her. Certainly the easiest one to reach for, but easy had not been the focus of her last handful of hours. She craved something that would jog her brain, shake her up, launch her away from the patterns she had worn so deep and recent events suggested that maybe, she couldn't get out of with the edge just out of reach.
"Well, if you insist," she purred, just as her overgrown bangs swung out to cover the right side of her face. She pushed her rear off of the couch's arm and into the lap of the cushion next to Anslem, facing him and the backrest with crossed legs that pushed her fanciful skirt out in every direction, just like the spinning fairytale urban princess that she made a mockery of. From there, she reached over and took the second piece of meat that he had explained, and brought it near to examine it, aware of how vague her understanding of a proper dose really was. She was a disturbingly small luperci, and if it were designed for the likes of this bulked-up boy, a small portion seemed reasonable, and that was what she took. The rabbit flesh overruled the taste of the drugs, and the lot of it dropped down her throat with a pleasant weight and texture that she had grown less familiar with in her heavily seafood dietary lifestyle. She returned the rest of the meat to him with a double lip of her lips, a quick suck of her thumb and a cheeky little smile, "The kindness of drug-bearing strangers," she said with a pleased note of humour, refocusing on his face with a distant anticipation of the oncoming effects. "So what are you doing out here?" she asked, leaning her weight into one locked arm connecting to the boney edge of the couch. "Hanging out in beautiful and remote piles of rubble, coming at oblivion from a few angles at once--it's not something I find here everyday. And trust me, I do look every day." It was definitely an unusual state and place to find someone so comfortable, and her never-ceasing curiosity with others' whys gravitated onto people like this.
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