YOU'VE COME TO A PLACE OF PEACE

name: Kim birthday: September 13th gender: female pronouns: she/her/they orientation: heterosexual age: 20 favourite music: E-Dubble, Tyler the Creator, Say Anything & [B]-Rogers favourite books: the Watch_Dog Novel by John Shirley & American Sniper by Chris Kyle favourite movies: Toy Story Trilogy & 21 + 22 Jumpstreet favourite shows: Scrubs & The Royals. That’s all haha, i actually don’t have time for more a random fact about you: I like rainy days the most

          Lakshmana paused, truly baffled at his           words before she laughed in disbelief.           She wasn’t the only one rendered           speechless, but of course, for different           reasons. He was being ridiculous—           thinking he had any say in what she           could do with her country—

                    So, she waltzed over to the counter under                     the Thangka, taking an ashtray in hand as                     she dumped the contents on the rug. Cue                     a smirk, a shrug, and a glass ashtray thrown                     over her shoulder, shattering on the floor.

          “You don’t go along with what I want, and I break           everything in this house. How about that, then?”

                    Lakshmana then grabbed the next breakable thing                     that caught her eye— a bong, most likely— before                     forcing it to meet the same fate as the ashtray before,                      “That’s rhetorical, by the way. I’m gonna keep comin’                     onto you until you get all worn down, and whether or                     not I’m still interested will depend on how desperate you                     are.”

        “But, in reality, let’s face it,” she paused, another bong           breaking as she threw it against the wall, “Your words           don’t hurt me if you’re poor. So— you can eat shit.”

       “ Are you even listening to yourself sometimes?           Because the things you say are.. --I don’t even           have words for that. Break everything, sure.           If you feel more accomplished after that. “ 

Letting her break the bong was not really the plan though. But letting her know how it bothered was an even worse plan. She was just gonna destroy everything here, at least it looked like it. How was one even able to stop her.

        “ C’mon, stop breaking everything here. Man,            you need to learn more about self-control. “ 

        “ If you don’t give a fuck about the things I say            because I am ‘ oh -so -poor ‘ why aren’t you            just leaving then? Fuck your shack, fuck your            desperate need to fuck someone, --fuck you.            Just go home and pleasure yourself. “ 

          “You’re such a fuckin’ bore. My ass is           out of this world. You could appreciate this           shit from fuckin’ space, you dumbass. And,           see, my cooter is a totally different story. It’s           like— carved from gold, y’know? Like, my ass           pales in comparison to how powerful this puss is.”

                    Once again, Lakshmana has proven that vulgarity is                     definitely her specialty. She continued to snoop, taking                     the joint again as she stood on her toes, elbow resting on                     Reggie’s shoulder.

          “Speaking of my vagina, I’ve been thinkin’ about making           this a screwin’ shack, y’know? Some clients like— rugged,           poor people homes to absolutely wreck. Don’t ask me why,           I’m just there to fuck. Surely, you won’t protest if that           happens. But, hey—” a smirk decorated her features as she           punched the other’s bicep, taking a few steps back.

                    “You’re first in line if you want. I’ve got pretty high standards,                     but y’know. We all fall off the wagon sometimes. I’m just aware                     of it.”

Not everyone was able to make Reggie speechless,  especially no women. But Lakshmana... --she was a whole new level. Again, he was simply staying silent just staring at her with that ‘ did you really just say that ‘ look, even as she rested her elbow on his  shoulder. 

    “ --You really are an individual... fuck, man.       What? You’re not gonna do that. Sure we’re       gonna protest, you fuck. “

Her offer didn’t surprise him, yet he wasn’t expecting that. Maybe he was supposed to take her words as an insult. 

She tried to laugh, but it only came to be a broken sob as she sunk to the ground. Her stomach churned, no, she shouldn’t be upset over someone like her. No, she was pissed. Gritting her teeth, she struck the ground until her knuckles were raw, managing a trembling laugh. Wrapping her arms around her legs, Sarah averted his gaze, instead watching the blood ooze from the fresh abrasions.

“It’s fine. I-I’m fine, better now that I did that. Still ain’t stopping me from crying… Hah! Look at me, Reggie, I’m a fucking train wreck.” His words were so sincere, it was obvious that he’d dealt with the same as her in the past. Why the hell did he put up with her? She was putting it down to the drugs. “Fuck that, right. Forget her, asshole probably didn’t miss me, so you know. Just gonna get high and lie down out here for a while, I suppose.”

Oh no. Taking care of a crying girl, when was the last time he did that? --Actually never. Reggie cleared his throat before sitting down next to her. At first he didn’t even know what to say. Just sitting there, saying nothing. Letting her cry was probably a good idea. She somehow needed to release the stress. 

The mission was accomplished, Yogi & Reggie no longer had to worry about how to make anything up to Ajay. --Anything more like drugging him over and over  again, just to test their creations. It wasn’t that bad after all anyways, he was still alive and the Golden Path still had good use of him. 

Now that he had left and both of the stoners could keep track on their important task again time was flying by, as always. And they didn’t even plan to stay in this little shack until the night engulfed Kyrat. Probably it was time to go home.

   “ Aaaw, man. We definitely should’ve tried the other buds instead of       these. Haven’t felt dizzy because of that shit for such a long time now.       --Great feeling! “ 

Reggie was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall as he rubbed his eyes. 

“Well, you wouldn’t shoot me for a start. Also doubting you’d have a ton of other people you sleep with, uh- no offence to you.” Chuckling at his comment, she rubbed at her scarred cheek with a soft sigh.

“Ex-girlfriend, Reggie. I could’ve used it months ago.” Cringing at the question, Sarah paced back and forth for a moment before she finally replied, “how? I mean, have you seen her? Damn, she might been an asshole but she looks incredible. I-I dunno… She flattered me… Suppose she did it to a lot of other people, though. Never thought she’d really change her ways for me, I was right. Too bloody naive to realise any sooner…”

  “ Well, you never know, right? “ A short laughter and a slight nudge with his elbow made the situation rather amusing. As if there would have been some action going on lately in his love life. Drugs kept his satisfaction higher anyways. 

For a moment the man rubs his temples because of the sudden thought of what he called siblings love. Was that how she paid him back for trying to be a good brother? The man in paisley pattern really didn’t care to think to deeply now that there was a guest in the palace. 

A hoarse sighs comes out from the king’s mouth before he ends rubbing his temples and crosses his hands under his chest, looking at the guest.

”I totally forgot that you’re here for a second, please have seat.” 

Pagan gestures them to take a seat by nodding with his head. He himself takes a seat and listens the other man further.

”Tell that to the Golden Path Mr. Reggie… hm? Safety is the word of the day and that’s why I’d like to know how in earth did you pass my soldiers without giving them a hint to tell me of your arrival, hm?” 

“I suppose you traveled trough the bushes…?”

It isn’t that much of an uncomfortable feeling for Reggie, just to sit there with this country’s King, having a little chat. Many  people would probably like to swap their places with him.  Either to have a chat too. --Or probably just to kill him. Not  gonna happen with all those soldiers though. 

He takes a seat, gets in an comfortable position and starts  laughing. 

   “ Oh right, yeah. Safety is so important here, I get        it. Uhm, --you know, it wasn’t really that hard, to        be honest. Either I’m really slick or your men        aren’t as qualified as you think. “ 

Well, he isn’t going to question the Royal Army’s competences. This time they might have been unobservant but the truth is;  they wouldn’t have any problems by shooting a stoner who isn’t even able to look like a threat. 

          “That’s what I thought,” was her muttered reply,           just as she snatched the joint from the other’s           hand. She technically owns the place, and           everything in it, so she can take his shit weed           all she wants.

                    “Hey. It’s only hell because you’re poor. That’s                     the only reason I feel bad for you, honestly.”

          Lakshmana grinned at his words, her hands on her           hips in triumph as she laughed— boisterously, as           usual, “Yeah, it is cute, isn’t it? I’ve been doing fifty           kettle-bell squats DAILY. Hurts to walk up stairs,           but my ass looks fantastic, so it’s worth it.”

                    The usurer then turned on her heel, only to prove                     that she was right as her hands rested at her lower                     back, “You can look— but you can also touch, I don’t                     give a shit. Fuckin’ firm as hell, right here.”

Of course she had to do that. Taking the joint, sure. Reggie  wasn’t very surprised by that. But showing off her oh-so- perfect backside --he should have known.

    “ No, thanks. I’m pretty sure if I’m gonna touch you I’ll        get poisoned or some shit. Not gonna risk that. “ 

After she took a few puffs the stoner made a quick move to get the joint back. He had no problem that she was  smoking it. His problem was that she probably didn’t  feel the need to share. And that’s simply what you had  to do whenever you had a toke with someone.

    “ I’ve seen better ones anyway. I can’t see these few       kettle-bell squats on your ass though. Work hard or        hardly trying--? “ 

and then my hand slipped---

Ajmal sighs. He isn’t sure how long it’d be until he ran out of patience. So, the joint is raised to his lips and he drew in a slow breath. Smoke filled his lungs, and the joint was pulled away so Ajmal could cover his mouth as he coughed.

“Does it always burn…?” He mumbles weakly.

A short puff, eyebrows raising and then the usual‘ I’ve never smoked something like this ‘ coughing. Reggie knew all of that. A typical tiro.

          “It’s so much more satisfying when you take           things that aren’t yours. I mean— you should           know, right?” she spoke, gesturing to the           home around her. Really, he and Yogi fucking           wrecked the place— as if it wasn’t a horrid           shack to begin with. But, somehow, those two           made it worse by her standards.

                    “As if, your passports are long gone, anyway—”                     a pause, a smirk, and a monotonous, “Whoops,”                     as Lakshmana chortled at her words, “But, good                     news, of course.”

        “Hopefully that joint will keep you and your         ‘ friend ’ warm through the prolonged power         outage. The fiscal year has come up, and I’d         rather save money on smaller things, like—         heat, gas, water. Shit like that. I mean, thank         god the palace has backup generators for all         of that, right?”

A sigh was all she got as an answer to her first question.  True, he knew exactly what she was talking about. Though the big difference between their common actions was that Lakshmana took the stuff probably just to provoke them.  At least mostly. Yogi and Reggie however had more serious reasons for that. 

   “ ----Yeah, sure. “ Long gone anyway. “ As if I didn’t       know that. As if anyone who entered hell would       ever get out of it, right? --Way too easy. “ 

“Oh god, I know, I know. I’m not the best at picking someone good, huh? Should’ve went for a nice, calm guy, like you. Chill all the time.” Covering her face in embarrassment, she gave his shoulder a soft shove. He had a good point.

“What is this? A ‘nice to see you’ joint, or ‘to not dating assholes’ joint?” Taking it from him with a soft thanks, she took a couple of puffs before returning it to him. Sarah had missed this. “Nice to see you still have your habit of sharing, Reggie. Nice to see you in one piece, if I’m honest.”

  “ Really, Lakshmana is making it the worst thing ever --not saying I would be a better pick, though. “ True, because even though he kinda loathes the princess, they still had enough things in common. “ Well, at least I’m having much better shit to smoke. “ He shrugged. 

do you smell that shit ? *stares off into the distance, eyes closed, exhales irritably*