Let The Music Play || Rise of The Guardians COMPLETED

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Um, message me suggestions of where the story should actually go, how it should end or whatever.
I didn't think that far ahead lol.

The winter spirit ran his tongue along he edge of the paper, rolling the marijuana cigarette in between his bony fingers and smiling at his handy work before retrieving his lighter from his jacket pocket.

He lit the smoke, inhaling the contaminated air.

The smoke filled his lungs, contaminating his brain and causing his shoulders to slack in relaxation as the high filled him.

This was something he'd been craving most of the weeks, but never finding a suitable time to escape the scrutinising stare of the other guardians.

He had also been angered to find his bong smashed, by what he didn't know, but it meant he'd have to roll cigarettes from then on.

It was definitely a less discreet method, he'd have to take his papers with him, along with his contraband and lighter, from now on.

The winter spirit lowered the cigarette, exhaling little smoke rings, before letting the last of the smoke seep out his nose.

He smirked as it tickled his nose, and raised the smoke back to his pale lips, slipping it between them and inhaled deeply.

His shoulders shivered from the total pleasure the Mary Jane gave him.

He porcelain boy snubbed his smoke out against the snow Cushing beneath him and stood up, staggering slightly, but quickly regaining his balance and grabbing his staff.

He knew he'd have to stay away from the pole for a while, avoiding the risk of someone smelling the confidence giver off him.

He knew, taking the drug, that the smell of it would cling to his clothes.

He knew his eyes would be bloodshot, as though he hadn't slept in weeks, or had a few too many bouts of holding in sneezes.

He didn't care though.

The smell comforted him.

And the bloodened looked in his eyes was a reminder of just how fucked up and broken he was...