Comatose [Poptart]

@"poptart"

The cold was making Azeria's skin numb to the touch it was starting to hurt.. She felt her internal flame flaring to keep her warm but she was more content with keeping her backpack dry. She needed to get inside. Her body was shaking from the cold of the rain but, also from early withdraw hit moderate. It didn't matter she would eventually find herself in a gutter or a back alley way to chase her pain away for another day.

Only once the heavy rain got significantly worse did she look up and see a brightly lit building.. 'Own me: Tattoos and Piercings.' She couldn't take the cold anymore. Her white hair was plastered to her skin her black shirt and pants clung to her like a second skin and her chest.. God damn it all.. her breathing was short and shallow. In another hour she would be hitting hypothermia.

Pushing her way in she corrected her massive white wings to her back and looking up and around. A brief glance into a mirror told her everything she needed to know she looked like a strung out half drowned rat. Well, half right.

"H-Hello?" She couldnt force the chattering of her teeth to stop.

@"poptart"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there. Hold your damn horses."

At hearing Thorn speak relief flooded Azeria as she put her bag down nearby where it would remain dry. With a slightly clumsy outstretch of her wing she caught the towel and brought it closer to her. Quickly the soaked girl dried herself off starting with her white and silver hair before working over her chest and arms. Walking forward she stumbled and nearly fell as she got closer to a mirror and pulled down the high front of her shirt and looked at her chest..

In the center right where her heart was was a faint glow like a candle in the wind it was flickering and growing dimmer by the moment.

"Shit."

Looking up to Thorn she didnt care in this moment as she took a deep breath in and then out.

"Summer rains, you can never predict them, huh?"

Nodding as she began pulling stuff out of her bag.. A white box with a red cross and a small leather like bag and then a tin as she worked. Opening the white medical box she pulled out a stethoscope and put it on and checked first her own heart before then checking her right lung.. Yet completely going over to her left. Removing the stethoscope she put it into the case and flipped open the other case before looking out the window briefly and then back to Thorn.

"You squimish? I hope not. I gotta tend to myself a second."

With that said she pulled out one empty syringe with a long needle and stabbed it into her right lung before pulling on the plunger.. From there she drew a clear fluid that nearly filled the entire thing before she put it down and then she grabbed another syringe and with a carefully place movement she jammed it firmly into her chest and injecting herself. The glow in her chest grew brighter until it rounded out to nearly the size of a volly ball. Content she pulled the syringe out and packed everything up neatly. A chuckle passed from her lips as she stood comfortably before the other woman the wounds on her chest healing nearly instantly.

"Sorry bout that. I didn't want to nearly die on your floor. I kinda cant handle the cold. Plus I kinda have a semi rare condition of one lung-itis."

@"poptart"

"Thanks. As much as I love the rain. If its cold like that it can do some serious damage to my internal fire. God Id love some Coffee if you can make it an irish coffee. If not then I can."

She grinned a bit while reaching into her bad and pulling out a red crystal and snapping it into four pieces and then putting one on her tongue.. Much like sugar into water it dissolved onto her tongue instantly. Which made her shiver and moan softly.

"God yes. Its been all day since I had a taste."

Azeria whispered out as she put the remaining pieces into a container of 'mints' and then put the rest of the main bag into her book bag once more. Looking over the other female she grinned lightly while looking her over. There was hunger and fascination in her gaze.

"Whoa.. Your ink.. Is spectacular."

This was more of an observation of the drug on her mind, but it was also her acknowledging that the other woman's ink was also beautiful.

@"Poptart"

"This?"

Azeria asked gently while holding up another small breath mint sized section in her hand. Her curiosity peaked at the sudden inquiry. Holding it up the piece nearly looked like a hunk of broken glass more than anything else. Taking a small breath in she let it out slowly before walking forward and holding out the piece. It was more for Thorn to examine it more than anything else.

"It's called red crystal. This grade that I have is pure."

Chuckling a bit at Thorns jab at the coffee she shrugged a bit before holding her hand out. Taking the mug she took a healthy sip and sighed in pleasure. It had no weight in the world for her if the coffee was shit or the best ever.. It had caffeine and it was warm. Fuck it.

"It doesn't taste like complete dirt. Its ok. Mmm And your welcome about the ink I wish I could get some. I cant get any unless you like digging the needles in Flesh. I heal way too damned fast."

A chuckle passed through her lips as she took another healthy swig of her cup, taking half of the crappy contents with it.

@"Poptart"

"Sure." Azeria stated gently, it was a answer for both of Thorns questions summed up in one little word. While she didn't mind the idea of getting painted with Henna and temporaries it sounded rather relaxing at the very least.

The hunger in Thorns eyes it let Azeria know, the other woman was also like herself. An addict of some kind or another, It was as if they were coming out of the wood works. It was fantastic. She was in good company. With an confirming nod to Thorn she waited.

The crystal itself when touched to moisture of someones tongue dissolved instantly, like cotton candy did though a bit faster. The taste was sublime, it mimicked the taste of some unknown sweet. Though it was not sugary it was borderline divine. A rush of endorphin's would flood the body as if the body was wracked with a post orgasm bliss. The relaxing calm of the afterglow with a twinge of a gentle 'feel good vibe'. It was instantaneous, leaving mind feeling relaxed though clear. Happiness in a quick dissolving tablet.