white lies

*Poser* · 02-19-2017, 08:24 PM

The garden of the gods, the place that would bring him the herbs he craved... or so he hoped. Sure, cannabis wasn't hard to come by, but things were getting mundane. Getting boring. Poser craved the next big thing, the next high. Always searching, always starving for it. Hard not to be when you were used to things bigger and better than what was on hand around here. It was no matter, of course. He was complaining to complain. That was typical.

Things were getting too typical, and autumn was on the horizon. Nights were getting colder, and he wanted his fucking castle back. Everyone he'd been passing time with had seemingly faded off on the sidelines, and he was bored. He was empty. Empty promises, leaving him... cranky. Cranky was a good word. The young god moved easily, but he hurts inwardly.

Eyes peeled for only the most prime of mushrooms, soaking in the early afternoon sun where it rested on his coat. He would deal, today. Herb collecting, as always.
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poser
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