07-15-2018, 01:41 AM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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she was still able to register the sudden presence in front of her. this stranger smelt awful to say the least. of sharp alcohol, and the tangy scent of herbs. the moment he pried open his pouch, the smell of weed, strong, drifted to her nose. made the girl perk up more, even slightly, to attention. damn, that smelt good. her nose twitched the scent. if she could get her paws on some herbal 'goodness', her day would suck a lot less.
"hey, uh.. eat these, it'll hurt less."
slurred words. black seeds pushed next to her. they were made clear in the close proximity, even through her blurred vision. what the hell was that? it certainly wasn't the weed she was imagining he'd give to her. god damn it. but if it made her feel better, who was she to complain?
almost achingly slowly, she inched forward, letting her coral tongue flicker out to lap at the miniscule pips. it tasted like shit, but it was healing shit. she wasn't too sure what was happening, but during her time in heaven, she had surely heard about the many healing practices on earth. perhaps this was one of them?
stocking grimaced as she swallowed, cringing uncomfortably as the pulpy paste that he chewed to mash splattered against her hide. it felt slimy and wet, and certainly not wet in a good way. the poultice further smeared into her skin by the bandages he'd wrapped around her, but in a way, stocking almost admired the guy's dedication to healing her. for all he knew, she was just some random bitch straight from the sky. he could have left her for dead. they could have left her for dead. but they didn't? it was strange in a way, and almost kind of distressing.
stocking struggled to sit up, only succeeding in raising her frontal body upwards. her optics, once squinted, now flickered and peeled back her eyelids to take a long, lasting look at hear healer. her savior.
so he did have weed in his back. neat.
she opened her mouth to speak, but what have been a grateful, heartfelt 'thank you' only came out as a garbled "can you pass me some of the mary jane?"
"hey, uh.. eat these, it'll hurt less."
slurred words. black seeds pushed next to her. they were made clear in the close proximity, even through her blurred vision. what the hell was that? it certainly wasn't the weed she was imagining he'd give to her. god damn it. but if it made her feel better, who was she to complain?
almost achingly slowly, she inched forward, letting her coral tongue flicker out to lap at the miniscule pips. it tasted like shit, but it was healing shit. she wasn't too sure what was happening, but during her time in heaven, she had surely heard about the many healing practices on earth. perhaps this was one of them?
stocking grimaced as she swallowed, cringing uncomfortably as the pulpy paste that he chewed to mash splattered against her hide. it felt slimy and wet, and certainly not wet in a good way. the poultice further smeared into her skin by the bandages he'd wrapped around her, but in a way, stocking almost admired the guy's dedication to healing her. for all he knew, she was just some random bitch straight from the sky. he could have left her for dead. they could have left her for dead. but they didn't? it was strange in a way, and almost kind of distressing.
stocking struggled to sit up, only succeeding in raising her frontal body upwards. her optics, once squinted, now flickered and peeled back her eyelids to take a long, lasting look at hear healer. her savior.
so he did have weed in his back. neat.
she opened her mouth to speak, but what have been a grateful, heartfelt 'thank you' only came out as a garbled "can you pass me some of the mary jane?"
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