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02 July 2008 @ 05:51 pm
 
Who: Sasha and Jane Grey
When: night
Where: Campgrounds

Sasha couldn't stand it inside his tent any longer. After waking from an opium induced nap earlier in the day he'd basically gone to his tent and avoided any kind of interaction. Not sure if Jane would ask questions he'd figured it was best to just keep his head down. But the air felt stale, and there wasn't much room in the self built structure. Deciding he'd hidden away long enough he went outside, intent on constructing a campfire to sit in front of and have a little smoke. Stashing his pipe and some of the drug in his pocket he made his way outside.
 
 
 
grey_blades on July 2nd, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC)
Jane was aimless. Charles was bunkered down with a book--something in Latin, she'd never wrapped her mind around the language and wasn't inclined to begin to attempt it now--and it left her with nothing to do. She wasn't accustomed to this sense of being idle, to not having a performance to put on, to having nowhere to go. Charles had told her to relax, get used to it for a little while, enjoy the holiday, but Jane couldn't. She was too restless.

Hoping to find at least some company, even if there was nothing to do, Jane made her way towards the campfire as well, silent in the long shadows it threw across the rest of the grounds, like a ghost with her pale skin and white blouse.
czar_of_steele on July 2nd, 2008 10:11 pm (UTC)
Sasha packed his bowl and took his matches from his pocket, lighting the black tar inside with little flourish or ritual. He'd done it so many times by now the action was as commonplace to him as putting on pants. Pulling a long drag he opened his lips just barley to let the smoke out.

It was at that moment he noticed Jane walking towards the fire. He nearly dropped his pipe. He didn't know if he should just keep smoking or put the thing out. But then he'd be wasting good product. So he just sat there with the pipe in his hands, pretending to watch the fire.
grey_blades on July 2nd, 2008 10:19 pm (UTC)
Jane smiled to see Sasha there initially, but the pipe in his hands made her stop dead, just on the edge of the golden ring of light. She quirked her head like a curious bird, trying to reconcile his attempt at a casual posture with what he had, the smile fading from her lips. "What's going on, then?" she asked softly, staying still, as if moving might break something, she didn't know what.
czar_of_steele on July 2nd, 2008 10:23 pm (UTC)
He looked up, his eyes full of sadness and anxiety. He put the thing down and tried to relax a little.

"Just taking in some air" he offered, looking down again.
grey_blades on July 2nd, 2008 10:27 pm (UTC)
The look in his eyes got to her, and Jane came to sit next to him. Just his posture alone let her know she'd hit a nerve, or at least hit on something entirely shameful. She wasn't sure what was in the pipe, but she had a couple of good guesses. "Funny story," she started softly, "but I don't really believe you. So let's try it again. What's going on, Sasha?"
czar_of_steele on July 2nd, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC)
He sighed, taking another hit before speaking.

"I'm just having a smoke" he answered, it was half truth anyway. He wasn't a good liar to begin with, let alone in his second language.

grey_blades on July 2nd, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC)
Jane inhaled deeply, trying to place the acrid, sweet smell, and then it occurred to her. She'd smelled it before, in other places, dens of vice and iniquity, places they'd strayed into but never stayed long. It made a shiver run down her spine and her face fell in obvious disappointment. "Opium," she murmured in her burr, then continued, a little louder. "You're not just having any smoke. Don't even pretend you are. Doesn't suit you, trying to lie."
czar_of_steele on July 2nd, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
He hadn't heard her say the drugs name under her breath.

"It's opium", the words were flat. He scooted a tiny bit away from her and took another long drag of the pipe. Holding in a little longer than before he blew o's with the smoke.

"I can go somewhere else if you want" he said quietly.
grey_blades on July 2nd, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
Softly, Jane sighed, shaking her head. "I'm not going to chase you off, but if you don't want the entire place to know full well what it is you put down your gullet aside from swords, you don't want to do this out here," she told him, her voice getting more firm. "Good God, Sasha."
czar_of_steele on July 2nd, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
He looked at her again with those same hurt and anxious eyes.

"Everyone finds out eventually" he paused for a moment, "and I can't keep hiding in the tent to smoke" he told her honestly. Trying to stay in there for the stretches of time spent high or smoking was beginning to wear him down.

"Just once out here won't hurt."
grey_blades on July 2nd, 2008 11:26 pm (UTC)
She wanted to reach out, stroke his hair, something like that, something ridiculously maternal and comforting. She settled for touching his knee gently. "How on earth did you end up doing this?" she asked him, trying to understand.
czar_of_steele on July 2nd, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC)
He didn't flinch under her touch.

"About five years ago, after my first show at some cabaret. First just after shows, then a little more. I'm not an addict," the lie slipping from him before he even thought about it. He'd gotten so used to the line.
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czar_of_steele on July 3rd, 2008 02:41 am (UTC)
He nodded in agreement. Moving down further he fought his body's impulse to slip into the opium sleep.

"You're not from Europe?" another statement question. While he didn't understand the words she'd used, he could understand they'd conveyed affection.
grey_blades on July 3rd, 2008 02:48 am (UTC)
"We are, just north. What used to be Britain. Well, what used to be Scotland," Jane told him. "Never could shake the way of speaking, no matter where we went. I suppose the accent sticks with a person." She let him nuzzle down, watching him get comfortable with a little smile.
czar_of_steele on July 3rd, 2008 02:51 am (UTC)
"S'warm" he mumbled. Sasha couldn't have told her where Scotland was on a map, he just figured it was far from Eastern Europe.

grey_blades on July 3rd, 2008 02:59 am (UTC)
She figured it had to be the drugs making him feel warm, as the night air was cool, so she didn't say anything on that front. If he felt warm, at least he had that comfort. "Rest, then. I'm not going anywhere yet," she murmured. "Someone needs to keep an eye on you, I daresay, and it's a good thing I'm good at watching out for people."
czar_of_steele on July 3rd, 2008 03:03 am (UTC)
"Don't want to sleep yet," his words a little coarser as he grew sleepier. He wondered if he'd fallen asleep talking with her before or if it was a dream, sometimes the dreams and the binges ran together. He didn't try and figure it out.

"I want to still stay up."
grey_blades on July 3rd, 2008 03:15 am (UTC)
"It's okay," Jane assured him. "If you want to sleep, then go on and sleep. I don't mind. We're establishing a pattern, you and I. Would hate to disrupt it now."
czar_of_steele on July 3rd, 2008 03:18 am (UTC)
He took a few moments to process her words. Slowly he started to get up, eyes still half closed.

"I should sleep" he decided, looking around for his tent which seemed to be a world away.

"Tents got a blanket" he thought aloud to himself.
grey_blades on July 3rd, 2008 03:21 am (UTC)
Quickly, Jane got to her feet, all arms and legs, and steadied him with a hand on his elbow. "Do you need a hand?" she asked, trying not to insult his pride, but at the same time, he seemed more than a little unsteady. She couldn't let him fall down in the dust, it wouldn't be fair.
czar_of_steele on July 3rd, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
He didn't even think to say no, the drug had taught him to swallow his pride in situations like this.

"Probably" he answered, still a little unsure of where his tent was. Things, places, tended to go missing on nights like this.
grey_blades on July 3rd, 2008 03:33 am (UTC)
"Okay, then," she said with a little nod. There were only so many tents, and she'd made the rounds of the campsite enough times to be 90% certain which one was his. So she bent down, picked up his pipe, and then urged him along, taking it slow and easy. "We'll get you back to your tent and you can sleep it off, it'll be all right."
czar_of_steele on July 3rd, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
Sasha was glad for her help, he'd probably have just stayed near the campfire and slept if he'd been alone.

Walking at a moderate pace he let himself be guided by her, the promise of sleep more and more seductive with each step.
grey_blades on July 3rd, 2008 03:40 am (UTC)
When Jane got them to the tent, she leaned in and checked that there was no-one inside, which mercifully, there wasn't. So she helped him inside, down to the thin blanket on the ground, trying not to jostle him or let him fall. It felt a little bit like taking care of a child, but she didn't mind, she was fairly certain he needed the care. "There you go, just take it easy and get some sleep, huh?" she told him as she helped him settle down.
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