Cormack Owle
45. The Captain and The Engineer: The Lesser of Evils (Part 2)
Author's Note: There is a lot of stigma regarding cannabis (often referred to as "herb" in this story) and it being used as a "drug." Cannabis is a healthy, natural herb with many medicinal benefits. There is a lot of misinformation out there and I encourage you, my crewmates, to do your research.
For people like Vincent, cannabis has the ability to ease chronic pain, silence anxiety, promote restful sleep, and improve overall mental wellness and so much, much more!
While Vincent is using it as an escape in this specific chapter, it is not any different than using sugar as an escape to feel better when you are having a bad day. And remember that you, too, can always make healthier and better choices just like Vincent did.
DISCLAIMER: This "be like Vincent" does NOT include his stupid idea to smoke while having broken and fractured ribs! If you have broken ribs, DO NOT BE LIKE VINCENT!
>.>
<.<
Have an edible.
---
Author's Note: There is a lot of stigma regarding cannabis (often referred to as "herb" in this story) and it being used as a "drug." Cannabis is a healthy, natural herb with many medicinal benefits. There is a lot of misinformation out there and I encourage you, my crewmates, to do your research.
For people like Vincent, cannabis has the ability to ease chronic pain, silence anxiety, promote restful sleep, and improve overall mental wellness and much, much more!
While Vincent is using it as an escape in this specific chapter, it is not any different than using sugar as an escape to feel better when you are having a bad day. And remember that you, too, can always make healthier and better choices just like Vincent did.
DISCLAIMER: This "be like Vincent" does NOT include his stupid idea to smoke while having broken and fractured ribs! If you have broken ribs, DO NOT BE LIKE VINCENT!
>.>
<.<
Have an edible.
---
Vincent waited quietly in front of fire as he turned his new pipe over in his fingers and inspected it in the light. 'It really is well crafted,' he thought approvingly to himself. Rosamund was the sort who collected and sold only quality goods. He had no doubts that it would smoke as she said it would. Speaking of which, he could hear her approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder as she came alongside him and sat down with a little groan of relaxation. "This is the finest indica I have, Captain," she announced as set a small but wide box in her lap. "This here is from my personal collection!"
Already Vincent could smell its delicious, pungent scent! As she lifted the lid, Vincent only had to wait a split second before it really hit his nostrils. And as she lifted a fairly good sized bud and offered it out to him, he took it so gently between his fingertips. In the fire's ambience he inspected the tiny crystals and resin with his sharp eye. Approving of the density and the dark colors of purple and green, he brought it to his nose and inhaled slowly and deep. He actually gave the softest moan of appreciation before glancing at her with a teasing smirk and offered it back to her.
"Personal collection, eh? Should I be worried about competition, my dear?"
"Hm..."
She dared to look contemplative as if she really had to think about it. But as Vincent quirked his brow at her as if calling her bluff, she let out a little snort and laughed before she replied, "Actually, Captain, you should be thanking me. Do you remember those seeds I picked up from you the Summer before last? The ones from that INCREDIBLE harvest that I said should be called 'Magic Mermaid' because I felt like one?"
"How could I forget? I’m still amused as fuck at how high you got."
"Well, this was grown partially from those seeds."
"Really?!"
"Really! I have a buyer over in Carsottoph who has a special greenhouse just for this. He's been buying your seeds off me for a couple of years now. In fact," she continued with a sly little grin as she began picking apart and grinding the bud between her fingers, "he asked me to let you know he's interested in doing business with you. Do let me know if you'd like his contact information. But not tonight! Tonight is for 'personal business,' yes?" She winked at him then continued to grind up the bud more finely with her fingers.
Well, now she certainly had Vincent's attention! He flashed her a small, appreciative grin and replied, "Much gratitude to you, my dear. Let's see how well this smokes, and I will let you know. You know I only do business with the best." "Which is why you come to me," she responded confidently. "I wouldn't steer you wrong, Captain. Pipe!"
Vincent handed over his pipe gratefully and watched with anticipation as Rosamund stuffed the ground up herb into the bowl and filled it mostly up. He was amazed at how much could really fit in there! Then she pulled out another small bud and began to quickly ground it up and stuffed that in there too. Then she treated him further by digging into her box and pulling out some of the finest bits; almost like powder. Vincent knew this made the effects of smoking the herb even stronger! She added a whole layer of it right on top and offered the pipe back out to Vincent with a cheeky smile as Vincent's eyes widened in surprise at such an offering!
"Here's to you, Captain. Mm, here, let me get my wick."
"You're spoiling me tonight!"
"For the best there can only be the best. Cheers!"
It had been a couple of weeks since he'd smoked and so he knew it may hit him harder than it had in the past. She had put so much in here! Was he complaining? Hell no! He watched as Rosamund withdrew a hemp wick from her box and set the box down beside her on her seat. Once she lit it from the fire she then offered it out to Vincent and waited eagerly for his reaction. Meanwhile she fished out her joint from the safety of her bosom once again. She had the same herb rolled up that she had stuffed in his pipe and was looking forward to smoking this with him.
Vincent wasted no more time and gladly lit his new pipe. The familiar burn that moved through Vincent's lungs felt harsher than he was used to. He could already feel a cough building! He knew what would likely happen next would be worth it; at least he hoped. He'd come this far! There was no going back. He pulled the pipe from his lips, inhaling deeper with fresh air and letting the smoke fill his lungs completely. But before he could properly exhale, he abruptly and painfully clutched his ribs as he fell mercy to a fierce and painful coughing fit! 'Two weeks too fucking long!' he thought miserably as the continuous jerking motion sent white hot pain shooting throughout his body in waves.
Rosamund made a slight grimace as she watched him struggle to push through the agony. She had to literally bite her tongue to keep from cautioning Vincent as he brought the pipe to his lips again. Vincent wouldn't want her opinion on this matter. He knew exactly what he was doing and if the pain was worth it to him then so be it! At least, that's how she saw it. With any luck, he'd not be caring about pain soon.
Vincent struggled through two more draws off his pipe before he finally set it down in his lap and passed over the hemp wick. He needed to come down from the pain before he smoked more. Meanwhile Rosamund took the wick and lit her joint and inhaled long and deep. She remained silent and just listened to the sounds of the fire as it licked and crackled around the wood.
For a short time the two of them sat in silence. Soon Vincent felt he could smoke more so he did just that. This time he barely had to cough and was thankfully able to slowly take more steady pulls from his pipe. He was starting to feel a familiar, tingly pressure building around his eyes, and he prayed relief would not be far behind. And what impressed him was that despite the pain he was in, he was still feeling the first touch of effects anyways. To distract himself while the pain eased down, Vincent stared into the fire and allowed himself to get lost in the sounds and ambience.
Before he knew it he'd gone smoked down half the bowl. The tension in his shoulders and back had loosened more and thank God the silent onslaught of bullying thoughts had eased. Instead his focus was more on how lovely the fire and embers were and how they glowed and how peaceful it was to decompress like this.
Suddenly a LOUD crack and pop sound as embers flew high into the air! It caused Rosamund to jump and gasp in surprise which drew Vincent back from his spacing out. He glanced at her and chuckled before he shifted and stretched on the rock. And as he did, he became aware that his mind was blissfully blank and even a little dazed! The fire and Rosamund were the only things really on his mind now. While he felt occasional small, painful pulses move through his ribcage he found he just didn't care about it! Not one flying fuck! He was high and there were more interesting things to focus on now! Even having company wasn't so bad anymore. Silently he prayed his thanks to the heavens above!
"How are you feeling?"
Vincent inhaled deeply and let it out as he thought about it. How did he feel? To be honest he didn't really know. All that really mattered was that he didn't feel how he felt before. His troubles seemed so far away, and right now he just didn't care, which is what he wanted. With that in mind, Vincent turned his gaze towards Rosamund and declared with a small grin, "Like I want some more." Rosamund laughed softly and joined Vincent in smoking as he lit his pipe once again.
"This is just what I needed," he admitted. "You have no idea how grateful I am for you right now. Tonight's just been one thing after another." Vincent sighed and drew on his pipe once more time; slow and deep, before setting it down in his lap and he quieted. Beside him, Rosamund blushed slightly again before clearing her throat softly. She hadn't expected the captain to say that. It wasn't often he spoke about personal troubles. But, then again, the herb could really loosen one's tongue. It seemed like he really had a lot on his mind.
"Well, I'm grateful for your company!" she told him sincerely. "And I sure hope that being here with me and smoking the herb makes up for the shitty evening! How is Damien, by the way? I was expecting he'd be with you."
"He's fine. I just wanted to come out on my own tonight," he explained with a small shrug. Vincent didn't really know what else to say. They had worked things out. Vincent had just needed some time to clear his head and breathe was all. While he valued Rosamund in many ways, he wasn't about to divulge his personal troubles to her; especially that Damien was the reason he was here. There was still a professional line and he had to keep it drawn.
"I'll bring him next time. Though he'll be leaving for a few weeks soon. He's going to be visiting family."
"Yeah? He doesn't seem like much of a family man. Though I'm sure a few girls in my tribe would be happy to test the theory."
"Heh, I bet they would. He really isn't, but I'm making him go. Otherwise, I'm going to end up in the insane asylum."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just a joke," Vincent replied quickly as he realized that last part slipped out despite his intention to not say anything. Yet, he couldn't stop himself as he continued overexplaining, "He's fine. We're fine. It's....fine. You are definitely making up for the shitty evening. So...thank you."
Vincent gave her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before he averted his gaze back to the fire. Then he brought his pipe to his lips as if nothing were wrong. He knew that hadn't been very convincing.
And just so, Rosamund had made a small little face as fought not to ask aloud: 'Are you serious?' Instead, she licked her lips and brought her joint to her lips and took a slow, deep drag off of it. Thankfully, Vincent hadn't seen her expression, she thought.
"Anything for you, Captain. You are always welcome at my hearth."
Vincent could hear the sincerity in her voice and he believed it. She really was a dependable associate. He'd known her a long time now and had watched her grow to the businesswoman she was today; a successful one at that. But now he saw her as more than just a person for business. Perhaps...perhaps he had for some time and hadn't realized it. Either way, he was glad to realize that he was starting to make another genuine friend. Perhaps he wasn't as alone in this world as he thought.
...
Vincent spent the next three hours with Rosamund. He enjoyed their little banter here and there. Most of it was professional; picking on each other's businesses and talking about Summers past spent in business together. Vincent was happy to talk about the past. He hadn't brought up anything really new. Catching up for real would be another time.
Vincent had smoked down the entire bowl and had received the relief he so badly needed; physically and mentally. He knew he would be aching later from all the coughing but still didn't care and knew it would be worth it. He would take the bhang to help supplement while his body adjusted to smoking again and use it more sparingly.
"Thank you again for everything, Rosamund. By the way, I definitely want that Carsottoph grower's name," Vincent was telling Rosamund as he got ready to go. He tucked his pipe and newly purchased herb away; concealed in a way one would never know it was on him. Behind him, Rosamund was tucking away her special wares with a smug little grin. Then she hopped back down from the wagon and folded her arms across her abdomen and smiled at him.
"Good! I knew you would! When you come back next, I'll get that to you. Be well, Captain. See you on Monday?"
"See you then."
Vincent inclined his head respectfully and with an appreciative smile, he turned and set off for the city. Now he was feeling lighter and better. He felt he could finally breathe again. This was infinitely a much better feeling! Good ol' Rosie!
---
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To read the rest of the story, here's the album link:
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
Special thank you to my husband Vin (Be My Mannequin? Pose Store) for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
And thank you to Mythra Rose-Älskling for starring as our lovely, dependable Rosamund!
DISCORD SERVER: That's right! The Captain and The Engineer has a Discord Server! If you wanna join and chat with other crewmates and see what's new and happening before it gets posted to Flickr, click the link!
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45. The Captain and The Engineer: The Lesser of Evils (Part 2)
Author's Note: There is a lot of stigma regarding cannabis (often referred to as "herb" in this story) and it being used as a "drug." Cannabis is a healthy, natural herb with many medicinal benefits. There is a lot of misinformation out there and I encourage you, my crewmates, to do your research.
For people like Vincent, cannabis has the ability to ease chronic pain, silence anxiety, promote restful sleep, and improve overall mental wellness and so much, much more!
While Vincent is using it as an escape in this specific chapter, it is not any different than using sugar as an escape to feel better when you are having a bad day. And remember that you, too, can always make healthier and better choices just like Vincent did.
DISCLAIMER: This "be like Vincent" does NOT include his stupid idea to smoke while having broken and fractured ribs! If you have broken ribs, DO NOT BE LIKE VINCENT!
>.>
<.<
Have an edible.
---
Author's Note: There is a lot of stigma regarding cannabis (often referred to as "herb" in this story) and it being used as a "drug." Cannabis is a healthy, natural herb with many medicinal benefits. There is a lot of misinformation out there and I encourage you, my crewmates, to do your research.
For people like Vincent, cannabis has the ability to ease chronic pain, silence anxiety, promote restful sleep, and improve overall mental wellness and much, much more!
While Vincent is using it as an escape in this specific chapter, it is not any different than using sugar as an escape to feel better when you are having a bad day. And remember that you, too, can always make healthier and better choices just like Vincent did.
DISCLAIMER: This "be like Vincent" does NOT include his stupid idea to smoke while having broken and fractured ribs! If you have broken ribs, DO NOT BE LIKE VINCENT!
>.>
<.<
Have an edible.
---
Vincent waited quietly in front of fire as he turned his new pipe over in his fingers and inspected it in the light. 'It really is well crafted,' he thought approvingly to himself. Rosamund was the sort who collected and sold only quality goods. He had no doubts that it would smoke as she said it would. Speaking of which, he could hear her approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder as she came alongside him and sat down with a little groan of relaxation. "This is the finest indica I have, Captain," she announced as set a small but wide box in her lap. "This here is from my personal collection!"
Already Vincent could smell its delicious, pungent scent! As she lifted the lid, Vincent only had to wait a split second before it really hit his nostrils. And as she lifted a fairly good sized bud and offered it out to him, he took it so gently between his fingertips. In the fire's ambience he inspected the tiny crystals and resin with his sharp eye. Approving of the density and the dark colors of purple and green, he brought it to his nose and inhaled slowly and deep. He actually gave the softest moan of appreciation before glancing at her with a teasing smirk and offered it back to her.
"Personal collection, eh? Should I be worried about competition, my dear?"
"Hm..."
She dared to look contemplative as if she really had to think about it. But as Vincent quirked his brow at her as if calling her bluff, she let out a little snort and laughed before she replied, "Actually, Captain, you should be thanking me. Do you remember those seeds I picked up from you the Summer before last? The ones from that INCREDIBLE harvest that I said should be called 'Magic Mermaid' because I felt like one?"
"How could I forget? I’m still amused as fuck at how high you got."
"Well, this was grown partially from those seeds."
"Really?!"
"Really! I have a buyer over in Carsottoph who has a special greenhouse just for this. He's been buying your seeds off me for a couple of years now. In fact," she continued with a sly little grin as she began picking apart and grinding the bud between her fingers, "he asked me to let you know he's interested in doing business with you. Do let me know if you'd like his contact information. But not tonight! Tonight is for 'personal business,' yes?" She winked at him then continued to grind up the bud more finely with her fingers.
Well, now she certainly had Vincent's attention! He flashed her a small, appreciative grin and replied, "Much gratitude to you, my dear. Let's see how well this smokes, and I will let you know. You know I only do business with the best." "Which is why you come to me," she responded confidently. "I wouldn't steer you wrong, Captain. Pipe!"
Vincent handed over his pipe gratefully and watched with anticipation as Rosamund stuffed the ground up herb into the bowl and filled it mostly up. He was amazed at how much could really fit in there! Then she pulled out another small bud and began to quickly ground it up and stuffed that in there too. Then she treated him further by digging into her box and pulling out some of the finest bits; almost like powder. Vincent knew this made the effects of smoking the herb even stronger! She added a whole layer of it right on top and offered the pipe back out to Vincent with a cheeky smile as Vincent's eyes widened in surprise at such an offering!
"Here's to you, Captain. Mm, here, let me get my wick."
"You're spoiling me tonight!"
"For the best there can only be the best. Cheers!"
It had been a couple of weeks since he'd smoked and so he knew it may hit him harder than it had in the past. She had put so much in here! Was he complaining? Hell no! He watched as Rosamund withdrew a hemp wick from her box and set the box down beside her on her seat. Once she lit it from the fire she then offered it out to Vincent and waited eagerly for his reaction. Meanwhile she fished out her joint from the safety of her bosom once again. She had the same herb rolled up that she had stuffed in his pipe and was looking forward to smoking this with him.
Vincent wasted no more time and gladly lit his new pipe. The familiar burn that moved through Vincent's lungs felt harsher than he was used to. He could already feel a cough building! He knew what would likely happen next would be worth it; at least he hoped. He'd come this far! There was no going back. He pulled the pipe from his lips, inhaling deeper with fresh air and letting the smoke fill his lungs completely. But before he could properly exhale, he abruptly and painfully clutched his ribs as he fell mercy to a fierce and painful coughing fit! 'Two weeks too fucking long!' he thought miserably as the continuous jerking motion sent white hot pain shooting throughout his body in waves.
Rosamund made a slight grimace as she watched him struggle to push through the agony. She had to literally bite her tongue to keep from cautioning Vincent as he brought the pipe to his lips again. Vincent wouldn't want her opinion on this matter. He knew exactly what he was doing and if the pain was worth it to him then so be it! At least, that's how she saw it. With any luck, he'd not be caring about pain soon.
Vincent struggled through two more draws off his pipe before he finally set it down in his lap and passed over the hemp wick. He needed to come down from the pain before he smoked more. Meanwhile Rosamund took the wick and lit her joint and inhaled long and deep. She remained silent and just listened to the sounds of the fire as it licked and crackled around the wood.
For a short time the two of them sat in silence. Soon Vincent felt he could smoke more so he did just that. This time he barely had to cough and was thankfully able to slowly take more steady pulls from his pipe. He was starting to feel a familiar, tingly pressure building around his eyes, and he prayed relief would not be far behind. And what impressed him was that despite the pain he was in, he was still feeling the first touch of effects anyways. To distract himself while the pain eased down, Vincent stared into the fire and allowed himself to get lost in the sounds and ambience.
Before he knew it he'd gone smoked down half the bowl. The tension in his shoulders and back had loosened more and thank God the silent onslaught of bullying thoughts had eased. Instead his focus was more on how lovely the fire and embers were and how they glowed and how peaceful it was to decompress like this.
Suddenly a LOUD crack and pop sound as embers flew high into the air! It caused Rosamund to jump and gasp in surprise which drew Vincent back from his spacing out. He glanced at her and chuckled before he shifted and stretched on the rock. And as he did, he became aware that his mind was blissfully blank and even a little dazed! The fire and Rosamund were the only things really on his mind now. While he felt occasional small, painful pulses move through his ribcage he found he just didn't care about it! Not one flying fuck! He was high and there were more interesting things to focus on now! Even having company wasn't so bad anymore. Silently he prayed his thanks to the heavens above!
"How are you feeling?"
Vincent inhaled deeply and let it out as he thought about it. How did he feel? To be honest he didn't really know. All that really mattered was that he didn't feel how he felt before. His troubles seemed so far away, and right now he just didn't care, which is what he wanted. With that in mind, Vincent turned his gaze towards Rosamund and declared with a small grin, "Like I want some more." Rosamund laughed softly and joined Vincent in smoking as he lit his pipe once again.
"This is just what I needed," he admitted. "You have no idea how grateful I am for you right now. Tonight's just been one thing after another." Vincent sighed and drew on his pipe once more time; slow and deep, before setting it down in his lap and he quieted. Beside him, Rosamund blushed slightly again before clearing her throat softly. She hadn't expected the captain to say that. It wasn't often he spoke about personal troubles. But, then again, the herb could really loosen one's tongue. It seemed like he really had a lot on his mind.
"Well, I'm grateful for your company!" she told him sincerely. "And I sure hope that being here with me and smoking the herb makes up for the shitty evening! How is Damien, by the way? I was expecting he'd be with you."
"He's fine. I just wanted to come out on my own tonight," he explained with a small shrug. Vincent didn't really know what else to say. They had worked things out. Vincent had just needed some time to clear his head and breathe was all. While he valued Rosamund in many ways, he wasn't about to divulge his personal troubles to her; especially that Damien was the reason he was here. There was still a professional line and he had to keep it drawn.
"I'll bring him next time. Though he'll be leaving for a few weeks soon. He's going to be visiting family."
"Yeah? He doesn't seem like much of a family man. Though I'm sure a few girls in my tribe would be happy to test the theory."
"Heh, I bet they would. He really isn't, but I'm making him go. Otherwise, I'm going to end up in the insane asylum."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just a joke," Vincent replied quickly as he realized that last part slipped out despite his intention to not say anything. Yet, he couldn't stop himself as he continued overexplaining, "He's fine. We're fine. It's....fine. You are definitely making up for the shitty evening. So...thank you."
Vincent gave her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before he averted his gaze back to the fire. Then he brought his pipe to his lips as if nothing were wrong. He knew that hadn't been very convincing.
And just so, Rosamund had made a small little face as fought not to ask aloud: 'Are you serious?' Instead, she licked her lips and brought her joint to her lips and took a slow, deep drag off of it. Thankfully, Vincent hadn't seen her expression, she thought.
"Anything for you, Captain. You are always welcome at my hearth."
Vincent could hear the sincerity in her voice and he believed it. She really was a dependable associate. He'd known her a long time now and had watched her grow to the businesswoman she was today; a successful one at that. But now he saw her as more than just a person for business. Perhaps...perhaps he had for some time and hadn't realized it. Either way, he was glad to realize that he was starting to make another genuine friend. Perhaps he wasn't as alone in this world as he thought.
...
Vincent spent the next three hours with Rosamund. He enjoyed their little banter here and there. Most of it was professional; picking on each other's businesses and talking about Summers past spent in business together. Vincent was happy to talk about the past. He hadn't brought up anything really new. Catching up for real would be another time.
Vincent had smoked down the entire bowl and had received the relief he so badly needed; physically and mentally. He knew he would be aching later from all the coughing but still didn't care and knew it would be worth it. He would take the bhang to help supplement while his body adjusted to smoking again and use it more sparingly.
"Thank you again for everything, Rosamund. By the way, I definitely want that Carsottoph grower's name," Vincent was telling Rosamund as he got ready to go. He tucked his pipe and newly purchased herb away; concealed in a way one would never know it was on him. Behind him, Rosamund was tucking away her special wares with a smug little grin. Then she hopped back down from the wagon and folded her arms across her abdomen and smiled at him.
"Good! I knew you would! When you come back next, I'll get that to you. Be well, Captain. See you on Monday?"
"See you then."
Vincent inclined his head respectfully and with an appreciative smile, he turned and set off for the city. Now he was feeling lighter and better. He felt he could finally breathe again. This was infinitely a much better feeling! Good ol' Rosie!
---
NEXT PART:
www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/53041184499/in/datepo...
To read the rest of the story, here's the album link:
www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/albums/72157717075565127
***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
Special thank you to my husband Vin (Be My Mannequin? Pose Store) for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
And thank you to Mythra Rose-Älskling for starring as our lovely, dependable Rosamund!
DISCORD SERVER: That's right! The Captain and The Engineer has a Discord Server! If you wanna join and chat with other crewmates and see what's new and happening before it gets posted to Flickr, click the link!
***NEW!!!!***
The Captain and the Engineer now has a FACEBOOK PAGE! Please come Like, Follow, and join the crew! Thank you so much for all your support!
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