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OKAY! So I've never done drugs before. >< So this is going to be a completely wikipedia-based reply. XD Wish me luck! Wc: 500+
Ivory fingers clasped around the pipe, feeling the smooth surface slide over them almost like ice, although warmed from sitting under the sun. Ebony lips parted all too eagerly for the end, and her lungs sucked in the air almost greedily, scrabbling for the effects. There was no physical sign of her desire - all that her companion would see was a suave, albeit rebellious Italian fae, reclining as she took in the plant all too cooly. But her insides were alight with the desire for the drug.
It wasn't a physical desire, one that ruled her mind and commanded the consumption. Rather, it was one that heralded her inability to refuse it, simply for lack of a good reason to. She was addicted to how she felt on it - not just the effects it threw to her system. Ghita loved feeling rebellious, outside the norm; A more subtle reason behind the piercings she wore in her flesh. It was a desire that wrapped around her mind, the little voice that spoke and argued that there was no harm in it - it simply heightened what she could be without the narcotics. Drugs weren't on her mind all the time, but once they came, it was hard to refuse.
Instantly after the aromas slunk down her throat, the effects began to creep into her cranium. There was the feeling that she couldn't push away, the feeling that her lips should be lengthened in what could only be called a wolvine smile. The feeling that she loved to be here, loved to be alive. Ghita felt the stresses melt away, like raindrops from a summer leaf, splashing onto another surface far away from where she was. Her muscles relaxed, letting herself seep into the roof while remaining upright. The smells around her became more potent, swirling inside her nostrils as she fell into herself all over again.
She met his eyes with her twin turquoises, a small smile creeping larger as time wore on. Passing the pipe back to Anslem, she thanked him before leaning forward, crossing her legs like a wolvine pretzel beneath her. Resting her hands next to her hips, she tilted her head, thinking about the question he posed to her. Unknown to her, her English became a little worse, the Italian accent heavier in this state. "Why? Hmm... Can't say 'know." She began absentmindedly. As she thought on, one eyelid slid closed in a wink that lingered, then moved onto the other optic as it opened again. A moving wink.
"Boredom's my best guess. There's only so much repetition one can take, you know?" The words were true, spoken from a mouth loosened from clear consequences, but what the silver-tipped wolf wasn't acknowledging was the fact that her family was in a small amount of turmoil at that point. Ghita hadn't ingested so much of the drug to be ready to spill out everything that was on her mind, but just enough to get her to that point, if pressed. "How about you? Live around?"
OKAY! So I've never done drugs before. >< So this is going to be a completely wikipedia-based reply. XD Wish me luck! Wc: 500+
Ivory fingers clasped around the pipe, feeling the smooth surface slide over them almost like ice, although warmed from sitting under the sun. Ebony lips parted all too eagerly for the end, and her lungs sucked in the air almost greedily, scrabbling for the effects. There was no physical sign of her desire - all that her companion would see was a suave, albeit rebellious Italian fae, reclining as she took in the plant all too cooly. But her insides were alight with the desire for the drug.
It wasn't a physical desire, one that ruled her mind and commanded the consumption. Rather, it was one that heralded her inability to refuse it, simply for lack of a good reason to. She was addicted to how she felt on it - not just the effects it threw to her system. Ghita loved feeling rebellious, outside the norm; A more subtle reason behind the piercings she wore in her flesh. It was a desire that wrapped around her mind, the little voice that spoke and argued that there was no harm in it - it simply heightened what she could be without the narcotics. Drugs weren't on her mind all the time, but once they came, it was hard to refuse.
Instantly after the aromas slunk down her throat, the effects began to creep into her cranium. There was the feeling that she couldn't push away, the feeling that her lips should be lengthened in what could only be called a wolvine smile. The feeling that she loved to be here, loved to be alive. Ghita felt the stresses melt away, like raindrops from a summer leaf, splashing onto another surface far away from where she was. Her muscles relaxed, letting herself seep into the roof while remaining upright. The smells around her became more potent, swirling inside her nostrils as she fell into herself all over again.
She met his eyes with her twin turquoises, a small smile creeping larger as time wore on. Passing the pipe back to Anslem, she thanked him before leaning forward, crossing her legs like a wolvine pretzel beneath her. Resting her hands next to her hips, she tilted her head, thinking about the question he posed to her. Unknown to her, her English became a little worse, the Italian accent heavier in this state. "Why? Hmm... Can't say 'know." She began absentmindedly. As she thought on, one eyelid slid closed in a wink that lingered, then moved onto the other optic as it opened again. A moving wink.
"Boredom's my best guess. There's only so much repetition one can take, you know?" The words were true, spoken from a mouth loosened from clear consequences, but what the silver-tipped wolf wasn't acknowledging was the fact that her family was in a small amount of turmoil at that point. Ghita hadn't ingested so much of the drug to be ready to spill out everything that was on her mind, but just enough to get her to that point, if pressed. "How about you? Live around?"