Okay, Melle, you don't have to.
Jan. 21st, 2002 01:40 amHarry accepted another beer with a laugh and a quick thanks for the friend who'd brought it to him. He accepted the joint that was passed to him just as easily.
This, he thought as he slowly released the smoke from his lungs, was something that was completely his. Wills couldn't have this. It was his experience, his life, and he was doing it first. He was sure he was. Wills was good and true and perfect. He would never drink until he couldn't feel anymore. He would never light up a joint so he could float away on the smoke and forget who he was.
But he was supposed to be forgetting about all that. That was the point of this, wasn't it? He moved around the room until he found a bong. This was better. He took the bong from a giggling girl who certainly didn't need it anymore. Someone else held the lighter for him while he concentrated on the inhale-hold-release pattern of getting as high as possible.
Now it was starting to get good. No Wills. No Mummy. No Dad. Nothing but him and the sweet intoxication of smoke and alcohol. He leaned back against the couch cushions, marveling at their softness. This was nice. Drunk. High. Drifting. It was his favorite state of mind.
This, he thought as he slowly released the smoke from his lungs, was something that was completely his. Wills couldn't have this. It was his experience, his life, and he was doing it first. He was sure he was. Wills was good and true and perfect. He would never drink until he couldn't feel anymore. He would never light up a joint so he could float away on the smoke and forget who he was.
But he was supposed to be forgetting about all that. That was the point of this, wasn't it? He moved around the room until he found a bong. This was better. He took the bong from a giggling girl who certainly didn't need it anymore. Someone else held the lighter for him while he concentrated on the inhale-hold-release pattern of getting as high as possible.
Now it was starting to get good. No Wills. No Mummy. No Dad. Nothing but him and the sweet intoxication of smoke and alcohol. He leaned back against the couch cushions, marveling at their softness. This was nice. Drunk. High. Drifting. It was his favorite state of mind.
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Date: 2002-01-21 02:39 am (UTC)(Can do more in-depth fb if you want, after I've actually had more coffee.)
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Date: 2002-01-21 11:29 am (UTC)If you have more to say, please do, but I take the can't-wait-until-coffee thing as a compliment.
In-depth feedback
Date: 2002-01-24 08:35 am (UTC)Re: In-depth feedback
Date: 2002-01-24 05:19 pm (UTC)The contrast between "Mummy" and "Dad" wasn't intentional, but I do see that it sets up that contrast in relationships. I did that mostly because I know he called her "Mummy," and I didn't know what he calls his dad.
Re: In-depth feedback
Date: 2002-01-26 01:07 pm (UTC)I think it's logical. She died when he was still in that phase where your parents can't really do anything wrong, whereas with his father he's gone (and is going) through puberty, and he's resenting him and becoming more distant.
(I'm pseudo-analysing British Royalty. Oi. o_O)
Re: In-depth feedback
Date: 2002-01-26 01:57 pm (UTC)Good point about the puberty. The kids were closer to their mother than their father, too. Wills knows it's his duty to be the perfect one because he's the heir, but Harry doesn't have quite the same sense of duty.
There's nothing wrong with analyzing British Royalty.