Smoke Wash

Inhale.

Kai took his drag, inhaling a breath of air that was cooked through his favorite herbal filter. The heat of that smoke was soothing, as if parts of himself had begun to freeze up and give only faint, irritating prickles of sensation. He found his relationship with temperature to be amusing, embracing heat when he was a creature of cold and night. Fire did not belong solely to the sun, light was independent of stars.

Exhale.

As if a dam broke, Kai let out a plume of that treated air, now tasting the intense, tangy, almost citrusy flavor of his grass. It was only after inhaling a couple times did the coughing come, the intense itch throughout his throat that was only soothed by spasming muscles. He sipped from his water bottle and breathed deeply in and out again, the temporary cutoff of oxygen to the brain an intended side effect to help with his herbal meditation. He had noticed too many emotions getting caught up with his plan making, his anger shooting up at inopportune times when he needed to ponder his past or to think about the way he worked. Nothing more, nothing less, and nothing a good smoke and a quiet wash can’t handle.

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EXIT / TWC: 212:

Kaiowa wrote:

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EXIT / TWC: 212:

Approved!