[center Sirens sound in the distance. Horns blare. Stoplights flicker, dim in the coming dark. People rush by on the sidewalks while cars cruise by, rumbling over dry pavement. The world is at peace.]
[center And yet it is not. A dark power crushes close, insinuating itself among humankind secretly. Velveteen claws are curled into places of security and power, sheathed only until they can strike once and decisively. Every institution has been infiltrated. The intruders are everywhere, hidden in plain sight. Until the claws are unsheathed and the trap snapped shut, even the infiltrators do not know what they are. Human in appearance, human in nature, in every way, from memory to appearance, a perfect replica of those whom they have replaced. ]
[center There is no secret organization to oppose them. There is no resistance to be had against that which does not exist. Those who discover the truth cast their eyes aside and claim they did not see, for to admit to have seen such horror is to admit insanity. ]
[center Their patience is boundless. They have waited for generations, for millennia, watched humanity claw its way towards the unknowable beyond, but now their waiting is almost done. The coil bends, the pressure plate dips, the spring is compressed. And when the trap is sprung, nothing will be left of this Earth but ash.]
The black goat's thousand young are among us, perfectly disguised, preparing their final assault upon the Earth. When the thousandth child arrives, then will their disguises be cast aside and Earth's dominion shall be transferred to those beyond human understanding.
We play a pair of humans who have been upset from their homes by imposters who are, impossibly, identical to themselves in every way, down to the very memories. My character has been displaced for some time, while yours has only just been replaced. In this time of confusion, your character finds themselves drawn to mine, and mine offers yours guidance, hope, and a way to fight. So long as all thousand are not on earth, the trap remains unshut. And we two are the only two who know, the only two who can oppose them.
I want this roleplay to be dark and mature-themed. The black goat's young cannot be told from ordinary mortal humans until after a vital blow has been struck. There will be paranoia, fear, uncertainty, and surest of all, death. This is a long, hard battle with no certain outcome, where anyone and anything might turn against us at any moment. This roleplay is strongly influenced by Lovecraft, as you might have guessed from the title. The black goat's young are beings that defy human understanding, but they can be killed, or at least sent back to the dark realm from which they come. Romance is not necessary, but I would prefer a heterosexual or mxm relationship, if you desire it. I am very much open to any suggestions you might have as to where the plot might go.
Feel free to ask questions. Please pm me the skeleton below once you are ready to apply. This is not first come, first serve.
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Bell shook his head, frustrated. He'd never worried about it, but he didn't know! He'd thought Daniel's avoidance of hotels was because they couldn't afford them at all, not because they just didn't want to pop in! And that was fine, it was fine, it was just... it was confusing.
"I got plenty strong on garbage," he muttered to himself. Tuna was good eating. Daniel was just being picky.
"Something," he said. Something that made him feel like he was making progress. But whatever. If Daniel wanted the restaurant so bad, they could go, who cared? Not even weak, ha. It was just yesterday Daniel had been calling him weak to his face. He didn't forget that quickly. Well, maybe amnesia-him had, but he didn't.
And then Daniel decided that they were going back after all, after Bell had given in on going to a restaurant. Bell raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together. Alright, if that was how they were playing it, then so be it. He followed Daniel, keeping an eye out for anyone on their tail or anyone who looked at them funny. No one responded; no one followed. The old clothing store loomed up sooner rather than later. They'd left it in such a good mood, and now they were falling apart. As usual.
The chain crumbled under Daniel's hands, bits and pieces falling away. Bell raised his eyebrows again. If he made this expression much more often, his face was going to get stuck in it. "Guess we really should get a lock," he muttered, mostly to himself. Hopefully there was still enough chain left to lock the door up now that Daniel had nuked it.
The inside was darker than before. He took his coat off and grabbed the pipe, heading out into the store proper. There was a little more light out here, yellow-gold light of the streetlamps beginning to replace the washed-out grey of twilight. A few mannequins were still standing, bolted into their places on their shallow pedestals. Bell rounded on them, raising the pipe, and brought it down on the first one's torso, sending plastic cracking off. Not enough. It wasn't strong enough. He drew back the pipe and hammered it again, then again, then again, letting everything out, until the mannequin was nothing but a pile of broken plastic. He looked around, eyeing the remaining mannequins. Which would be his next victim?
Normal, huh? Nothing going on. Yeah, that sure as hell described Bell-boy's brooding face. Daniel merely rolled his eyes and waited for Bell-boy to 'fess up, which he did eventually.
"We have a couple thousand -I'm not saying we're extremely wealthy at the moment, but we're not poor yet either," Daniel pointed out. He had mentioned 'a couple thousand', hadn't he? But somehow, those words had become twisted into Bell-boy's little head into something along the lines of 'we have nothing'.
"And I've been working on resolving our money-issues, okay? It'll be fine, Bell-boy and since when have you ever been worried about that?"
Since he thought he was weak.
"Ugh, really?" Daniel muttered, sighing out in exasperation.
"Fine, fine, then don't eat -see how strong you get on tuna alone." He shook his head. So hunting goats was fine, but having a bite to eat wasn't? Could be one of the last times they smelled decent enough to sit in a proper restaurant.
Daniel considered Bell-boy for a moment and then looked the man over.
"So what -you'd rather go back then? Or walk about? Go for a jog?" Kick a goat against the shins?
"You're not even weak; that was only like the first few days...now you're just, normal," Daniel shrugged. Bell-goat had restored Bell-boy's mind and body to what it was at twenty-something years old. Daniel wondered, not for the first time, how old Benjamin was.
They both had some sort of self-improvement to do, huh?
He ought to really lay of the alcohol too. His initial fears about it being a long night were shaping up to become a reality.
"Fine," Daniel ceded after some pause.
Return or hunt then? Going off of Bell-boy's naturally inclined desire to cut their hunt short, Daniel figured it'd be back to their little love-shack for the night. He sighed and turned around, moving back to their dilapidated part of town. His mood had definitely taken a turn for the worst.
It'd be more than boring back in there; stifling and dark to name a few. Daniel could already feel sleep wasn't going to help pass the night any quicker either. This time, unlocking the chain had bits and pieces drop off at random. Daniel looked down at the result of his handiwork: several mutilated shackles, blown to itty-bitty metal shards.
"Well fuck me," he muttered.
He shrugged. Wasn't listening, but he didn't want to have [i that] argument. And then Daniel pulled him into an alley. Bell looked at him, annoyed. What was this all about? He didn't even do anything. Aside from not listening for a second. "There's nothing 'going on'," he sighed, emphasizing the air quotes. "Everything is normal." Wasn't like Daniel cared. He'd just get laughed at if he said anything.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he protested. It'd been like this since he'd gotten out! He wasn't made of glass, his mind didn't snap at every last opportunity. It was normal to forget some things or not pay attention, but every time he couldn't repeat what Daniel said perfectly back at him it was like the end of the world. "I just didn't listen for a second! That's all."
And he wanted to get back so he could work out and get stronger again. But Daniel didn't care about that. He probably thought it was fine Bell was weak, because then Daniel could do whatever he wanted, wasn't that right?
"I just--I thought we were too poor for hotels and restaurants and that was why we got groceries and found the store but if we aren't, then okay, whatever! We can eat out!" he said, exasperated. He didn't have a problem with eating out in of itself, he'd just thought it wasn't possible. "Nothing changed. Nothing changed, okay? Changed from what, even?" He didn't know. What did Daniel even want from him? He didn't know. Nothing was making sense! None of this was making sense.
He sighed and ran his hair back. What changed? He knew what had changed. It'd been bothering him this whole time. "It's just--I'm weak. You said so. You're stronger than me, when I don't use the goat, and I don't like that, okay? I don't like--being weak and soft and--and having to take a nap after I drove a few hours. I wanna get stronger again, as fast as possible, and you can't get stronger in a restaurant, you know?" It sounded stupid when he said it aloud. He sighed again, just frustrated. What was he supposed to do? What did Daniel want from him? He didn't know anything.
Hunting more? Daniel narrowed his eyes at Bell-boy, regarding the man with certain suspicion.
"Did you lose your memory again?" he dead-panned, "or are you just not listening?" Sure, they only had a couple thousand, but it wasn't exactly as if that low cash-supply, which was hopefully temporary, meant they could eat or drink anything.
"We can call it hunting if you like?" Daniel rolled his eyes and then pulled Bell-boy into a quiet alley.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Worry didn't touch on what Daniel was feeling. Dread was more like it. If he lost Bell-boy again, within days after him having his mind restored to its former, well, 'glory', it'd be devastating. This was their opportunity to get Lenny back on track, thinking sane things again.
A way to get rid of the delusions. Shit, if Bell-boy lost his marbles all over again, Daniel was even willing to consider going back on the medication again.
"It's barely dark, we only just started out -what's wrong with you?" He was moody. More so than he might be normally because the slight tremble in his hands bothered Daniel. The craving for something to drink took away some of his patience -not that he was naturally gifted with a lot of that- and it frustrated Daniel to admit he had become somewhat dependant.
Not on Bell-boy, but on its replacement; alcohol.
Maybe Bell-goat knew there wasn't more than one goat.
"Look, the things we got for back there are all good to keep for a long time. It'll be fine if we eat something here," Daniel tried persuading Bell-boy through different channels.
Usually Bell-boy didn't need convincing. Bell-boy hadn't ever thought responsibly, was used to living on the street and now he was thinking carefully about what they were spending where? Who cared?
They were free men.
"What changed?" Daniel pitched, almost disappointed. He could get a bottle from any ordinary liquor-store, but he craved company. Some nice conversation, be it with Bell-boy or someone else. Just to take a load off and forget about the shadows lurking in the depths of his waking dreams.
Kids didn't sleep late? Good. They could get up nice and early and beat the old lady's head in. "Alright, sounds good," he said. Could go back, work out some, sleep, wake up and kill a goat. That'd make him feel less weak. Maybe it'd even help him strengthen up again.
He glanced at Daniel skeptically. Go drinking? Honestly? They'd gone drinking every night he'd been out so far, he was done with it. Besides, how were they supposed to get up early if they got drunk? Daniel hadn't suggested that, but, well, he knew what Daniel was like. Both Daniel and Landon had an alcohol problem, and it seemed like him going back in the egg had ignited it once more. Hah, at least he wasn't weak and an alcoholic. It wasn't much of a victory, though. He tuned Daniel out, looking at the house instead. So close, yet so far. If he could just kill that goat, it'd all be okay.
Daniel started walking off, and Bell followed him. Where were they going? Somewhere. Hopefully back to the "house" so he could work out and get strong again.
Instead of the abandoned street, however, he found himself on a well-populated street, restaurants lit up on either side of the road and spilling their warm, yellow light into the street. He looked at Daniel, confused. What were they doing here? He thought they were out of money. "Are we hunting some more?" he asked tentatively. He was starting to get the feeling that he'd tuned out the most vital part of the conversation.
Out of money, but they still had enough for a bar, so...maybe they also had enough for a restaurant? Was that it? "Are we...eating here? We have food back at the place, though," he said, still a little confused. Eating out was nice and all, but he'd rather save it for when he wasn't feeling shitty about himself. Like after the goat died. That'd be a good time to eat out. Right now, he felt like he should be punished for being weak, and if eating canned food was that punishment, then it was fine. Had more than enough calories, protein, you-name-it for him.
Not something weird with a goat? Good one. Wishful thinking too. "Goats are weird by default," Daniel muttered. "It's kind of their thing," he teased. Bell-boy had gone from moody to broody, which was even more boring. At least when the guy was moody, he'd give him some verbal pushes back. Now all his teasing just fell dead.
"We should come back early though -kids like that don't sleep late," Daniel pointed out. It was an experience thing. Alice had been quite the same as a child.
Up before the break of dawn, usually with several demands to be met unless they wanted the house to explode in a burst of fits, noise and threats.
"We'll get her," Daniel promised, slapping a hand to Bell-boy's shoulder. The guy looked positively heart-broken at not being able to properly beat a goat in the face with a steel pipe. He caught the clenched fist and smirked.
Was that awakening resolve?
Daniel tucked away the knowledge for later use.
"How about a little something to drink before we go back? It's still early?" Daniel reasoned. "Just a beer or two, it'll help us sleep nice and easy, huh?" After getting fucked like that, Bell-boy was going to have nightmares. They'd be the kind that'd leave the man crying, rather than trying to strangle him.
"We can even go to a restaurant, get something warm to eat?" he suggested. The money they had left might as well be used for food. Might as well keep their strength up for as long as was viable. Daniel tried to read Bell-boy's expressions, see whether any of his suggestions had hit home. Usually the man perked up at the mention of a decent meal.
He didn't get the idea Bell-boy was even listening. Too lost in thought, about something. Probably something stupid. Daniel merely started ahead of Bell-boy, presuming the other would follow for a little but, at least while he was distracted. Before Bell-boy could become aware of what was going on and would take the lead, they'd find themselves at a nice bar or restaurant.
His body was already on edge. Maybe that's why he hadn't been able to take a nap. Too edgy for alcohol. Daniel knew he probably should postpone quitting his drinking-habit, but what was the use? Not as if they were seeing any action tonight. Unless they ran into a second goat.
Bell just shook his head and sighed. Anyone would be tired after all that exertion. Daniel was just strange.
Or--shit. Was he soft? Was Daniel now stronger than him? No--Daniel [i was] stronger than him. They'd proven that. And Daniel didn't get tired as easily. Which made Bell the soft one, didn't it? Fuck. He'd known it was going to happen, but he thought he'd at least not get softer than Daniel. But here he was. Just like he'd always feared, here he was, soft and pathetic. He barely even noticed Daniel call him honey--great, another new nickname--through the irritation at himself. He had to get strong again. Had to get tough again. No wonder Daniel thought he was weak. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, Daniel could smell it. Probably why he'd finally tried topping Bell, because he could tell Bell was weak now. And he was. He [i was] weak. But he couldn't stay that way.
She was nervous. "Yeah," he agreed. And Daniel had noticed the woman, and he'd caught on to that strangeness first. Shit. Why was he even here? Daniel didn't need him. He'd proven that clear enough. "Hopefully she's just paranoid, and it doesn't mean there's something weird with this goat."
He noted the house the lady went into, then looked at Daniel when he posed the question. Small kid... yeah, that didn't equate into going out late at night. Even being out this late was pretty late for the kid. "You're right," he admitted. "She probably won't come out again."
So where'd that leave them? He sighed, feeling useless. And weak, and soft, and stupid too, to top it all off, because why not? "I guess we head back, then," he said with a shrug. He could work out some in the store, do push-ups and stuff. Lift the mannequins for weights. Maybe even do some pull-ups on the shelving. He frowned and clenched his fist, frustrated. If he could kill her, at least he could feel a little stronger. But they had to wait. He knew it himself. Wait, and--and work out. Strengthen himself. Shake off the softness. He could do it. He just had to work for it.
"What? I drove as well and I'm fine," Daniel said with a theatrical shake of his head, splaying his hands widely. "Hey, if you didn't like it, you could've said no, but that wasn't exactly what you were saying..." he teased. Someone was in a mood. Daniel snorted at that. Must've had bad dreams, poor old Bell-boy.
"Sure, honey, whatever you say," Daniel ceded on the 'Belly-boy'. In his exuberance, he might be pushing Bell-boy's buttons a little just for fun, without even really noticing.
At least Bell-boy gave no back-talk on the woman.
They wordlessly agreed that the hunt was on. Any goat was to be taken seriously. Might be a Mindy-goat tucked snugly inside of that cute little package, after all. What were they going to do with the kid though? Technically it'd already been robbed of one of its parents, but it niggled at the back of Daniel's mind.
They had better go about this carefully.
Daniel followed Bell-boy, hand touching the bat, just to make sure it was within reach. The alley they went down cleaved the two buildings and they popped out on the other side. He followed Bell-boy, but slower. The whole speed-walking thing was making them stand out. And standing back a little gave Daniel a wider viewing angle.
He met up with Bell waiting for the lights to shift.
The chase was on, huh? The woman waited for the lights as well, but she was obviously unsettled. Once it flicked to green, she leapt onto the road like an arrow shot from a bow, dragging the kid along.
"She's nervous, you think?" He'd seen Bell-boy's response, back on the bus with Robert, and it'd been different. Bell-boy hadn't quite known what to think. Hadn't been nervous either.
So what? Had this goat met up with hunters before?
Daniel pondered it, even as they left the shelter of the building and followed in the woman's footsteps before she could walk out of sight.
It was late, for the kid. Daniel was correct in assuming the woman wouldn't have to go much further before reaching her home. A nice home too. Two floors and a nice attic to top it all off, with a nice little garden in the front and steps leading up to the front door. She fiddled with the keys for a second, but then finally entered the home. Daniel could hear the door slam from where he was stood.
Now they knew where she lived at least. Daniel took note of the street-name and number.
"What're the odds she'll leave the house tonight with a kid to take care of sleeping inside?" he mused.
Bell shrugged. Who knew? Maybe they did, maybe they didn't. This city was big enough he'd be surprised if there wasn't at least one goat, but that didn't mean they'd cross paths. "I mean, there's probably goats here," he allowed. "So probably."
He'd taken a nap, wasn't it obvious he'd been tired? "Yeah, after someone made me drive and then jumped me like a damn cat in heat," he said, rolling his eyes. He still didn't know what to make of it, whether Daniel had some very specific fetish Bell had just accidentally helped him discover, or whether he was just missing women. Or, a third option, that Daniel was just that horny. It had been a very short skirt. And he did have very nice legs.
"And enough with belly-boy, Bell-boy is bad enough." At least he could take that one as complimentary, in Daniel's own strange and twisted way. Belly-boy just made him think of a fat man. It wasn't a pleasant thing to be called. Then again, not like Daniel cared. Or maybe he did, now that he'd had "the best sex of his life." Bell wasn't above threatening their sex life against Daniel's obnoxiousness. Though he already knew it wouldn't work. Daniel liked being obnoxious far more than he liked sex.
A rich woman with a kid in tow going the opposite direction all but jumped out of her skin at the sight of them. When Daniel nudged him, he nodded. Could be just some paranoid old rich lady. But the way she acted? That was a goat. He silenced the bell and kept walking away from her; if they about-faced and followed her now, she'd notice them. Had to wait until she calmed down a bit.
He led the way down a back alley. Luck was in his favor, and this one wasn't a dead end. At the end, he took another right to follow in the same direction as the rich lady, only a block to the right, then sped up, speed-walking to the intersection. The light was still red, and as he'd hoped, when he peered down the street towards the one they'd been on, the rich lady was waiting nervously at her child, waiting for the light to change. He pulled back to the edge of the block so she wouldn't spot him and waited for the light to change. Now all they had to do was follow her home.
"Maybe, if we're going to stay," Daniel mused regarding the lock. It'd be kind of handy to have a chain and lock on them; could keep the items in the truck. Better than creating a globule of misplaced iron because he sucked at quantum-physics.
The bell ringing out brought back a score of memories; some good, some bad. Foremost, it meant they were doing the paranoid-thing, where they had to be vigilant not to be regarded as common vagrants, but for what they were: Bellwethers leading goats to slaughter.
Bell-boy at least seemed to be enjoying himself.
There were more people out than Daniel had expected. Of course there would be -there actually were things to do in this town. Restaurants, bars and the likes. Even if it was on a Monday-evening, people were still out and about after their day's work. He'd missed it, the hubbub of a decent city.
It was the bell that confused some people. Daniel just stared back at them, almost daring them to say something, to act. Nothing happened however.
People were too chicken to get into a confrontation over a stupid bell. Wasn't as if they were stood still chiming it, so people in general weren't too bothered. Daniel caught up to Bell-boy and walked alongside the man, looking around. He enjoyed new cities, new experiences. It was as if each town was a whole new culture, ready to explore and abuse before leaving it all behind again.
Freedom. It felt like freedom. He'd been chained down at the house, with Belly-boy vulnerable as an egg. That lack of freedom became only more apparent now that they were breathing it all in again.
"Think we'll find one?" Daniel pitched, just to make conversation.
"You were out like a light by the way," he teased, "Was Belly-boy tired?" Daniel raised his eyebrows suggestively. Tired because he'd gotten fucked in the ass by someone better than Lenny.
Soon enough, Bell-boy wouldn't care whether it was Lenny or Daniel. The transition was already happening. Poor old Lenny. Made obsolete.
It was then Daniel noticed it. A woman. She was older, dressed quite nicely, with a child in tow. At their passing, she gave them both a weird look, before protectively picking up her young kid. She turned along with them as they passed, staring openly. Daniel nudged Bell and nodded.
Daniel unlocked the door, then locked it behind them. Bell looked at the chain afterwards, curious. Oh, weird. Who even knew how the goatling did it. The welding was impressive, but it was going to end up one welded chunk of metal at this rate. "We should buy a lock," he suggested. They'd be able to get in and out just as easily--more easily, on his part, Daniel wouldn't have to bring out the goatling every ten seconds, and the chain wouldn't become significantly less flexible.
Of course, that was assuming they decided to stay in the first place. Might be they found no one to hunt and left tonight. But they wouldn't give up before they tried. Bell reached down and unmuted his bell for what felt like the first time in forever. It didn't sound at first--dirty or rusted or something, but then he gave it a good kick, and the familiar tone rang out. He grinned to himself. There was something about that sound that just...made everything feel right.
It was getting dark; the sun was setting. Their dilapidated street was still devoid of people, but a few blocks down, people started to appear, more and more of them out, walking the streets or eating in little glass-fronted restaurants. Seemed like their little hideaway wasn't that far from the nice part of town--weird. Then again, if it was some sort of storm damage, it wasn't as though the fancy, rich people could opt out of that. Some people regarded him and Daniel with suspicion or confusion, but no one reacted in a goatly way. Just ordinary humans.
It was a cute little town, though. A lot of the buildings were old, and had the fancy gingerbread that came with that age. The shops were small, and some even had old hand-painted signs. It probably didn't hurt that they'd stumbled into the nice part of town. If they found a goat, it'd probably be a rich goat. Might be worth robbing before they killed it, especially since they were low on dough at the moment. And possibly for the foreseeable future. He'd known Daniel's money wouldn't last forever. And now here they were.
Several hours passed. Daniel tried just closing his eyes and getting some rest, but despite feeling mellow after getting laid earlier, he was still fairly awake, used to getting up early and working all day. He hadn't by far used up all the energy he usually did. And he was growing stiff, sitting on the floor like this.
Finally, Bell-boy jumped awake. "What?" he repeated.
He nudged Spot to move and stretched, feeling the gratifying pull of his muscles. While Bell-boy did his best to gather his senses, Daniel got up and stepped around a little, getting some blood flowing.
"Hmm, it's stopped a while ago," Daniel agreed.
He had no idea what the time was, nor did he really care. All Daniel wanted was something to drink and going out there, 'hunting', was the perfect opportunity to nudge Bell-boy to go into a pub or bar. After all, that's where they'd find most of the people around, right?
Not on the streets.
"Right," he nodded, going hunting it was.
He'd become somewhat of a pro at unlocking and locking chains using the goatling. The goatling was a little sluggish in replying this time, but it did so all the same. Either way these small little things weren't as taxing, or as exciting. When there was no emotion in it, Daniel found it a little more difficult to actually control the goatling.
It was as if the little thing enjoyed studying his emotions more than anything and they lured it closer to the surface -a curiosity thing, Daniel suspected.
When the chain fell, Daniel caught it, so they could fasten it again on the outside. Make it look like the door was still locked. No one had bothered them while Bell-boy slept though, and Daniel figured it'd be a couple of days before anyone took note.
Once they were through, Daniel wound the chain, concentrating on mending it. This was always the tricky part. This time he got the two shackles to meld into a disfigured little shape -there were two of those now.
"One day I'll get that..." he muttered, examining his handiwork. It was as if someone had taken a welder, melted the two shackles together and then brushed down the seams to make it look like a perfect symbiosis.
It'd work for their purposes at least.
Daniel rested his hands behind his head, yawning for good measure. It was almost dark now. A good time as any to get drunk. He was a little shaky; body missing the alcohol, but he told himself it was no big deal.
Something was different. Wrong. Bell twitched, trying to figure out what it was. The light? The darkness? No, it was...some kind of sound. A sound. What sound? There was no sound, just dark. Just complete and utter dark. And the light. It was so bright it was almost overwhelming. And it shifted, too, it burned like a campfire and spat and leaped. He felt himself falling into it and--
--jolted awake against Daniel. "Hnn, what," he said, blinking. Felt like Daniel had been saying something. "I had a funny dream," he yawned. It felt relevant, but before he could figure out what he was going to say, the dream had already slipped away from him. Darkness and light and... nonsense mostly. He wiped his eyes and sat up, blinking around the room. Something was different. The room was a little darker, but no, that wasn't it. Something else. Something that mattered. Someth--oh! The rain had stopped!
"Hey, it's stopped raining! We can go hunting," he said, a little excited despite himself. He'd kind of missed it, those simple days way back when, before there'd been hunters and Robert and the crazy goats, just wandering around killing goats one after another, nothing more than his life at stake. It'd be fun to pull the bell out and start going again, just... hunting. He stood and stretched, trying to gauge whether the tiny sliver of daylight that illuminated the room was bright still, or darkening with sunset--or maybe just the bright yellow of a streetlight. But he couldn't have slept that long. Just a hour or so, a quick nap. All the driving must've worn him out.
Where'd he put his coat? Oh... there it was. To his surprise, it was mostly dry--but then again, things always dried out fast down here. Probably because of all the heat. He eyed the holes before he put it on this time. Maybe he should just buy a new coat. Or he could just stitch them up. He liked this coat, anyways. It was [i his] coat.
"Ready to go?" he asked Daniel, gesturing for him to unlock the door. Maybe they shouldn't have bothered until they were going to settle down for the night.
Wait until it cleared up, huh? Made sense.
Daniel peered at the ceiling, with the patter of rain filling the lingering silence between them. It was cosy, almost. Dark, but not quite so, quiet, but not silent. Snug. Bell-boy offered up water and Daniel accepted the bottle, taking a long drink.
Always sunny after rain, huh? Might be night before this one would stop. From the sound of it, the rain didn't seem to be relenting. It'd been bone-dry for a while as well, so Daniel wasn't really surprised.
Spot's head on his lap made Daniel sigh out and roll his eyes, "really?"
The mutt was kind of adorable though and probably just as miserable to have a wet coat as they were. Daniel stroked some of the longer strands away from Spot's eyes and rested a hand in the mutt's soggy fur. He bet some of the water hadn't even soaked through the thick pelt, so this was just Spot being an ass.
Bell-boy leaned against him a second later, leaving Daniel to sigh once more. What was he? A make-shift mattress?
"Hey, not you too -if you want to..." Asleep already?
Daniel didn't believe it at first, but then leaned forward to look Bell-boy in the face. Gone. Must've still been tired from having woken up from the egg. Wasn't exactly as if he'd been careful about Bell-boy's state of health, or considerate, really.
He'd been somewhat considerate though.
For a few long minutes, Daniel just sat there, listening. It was way too early to sleep and aside from that, he'd slept in the truck just a few hours ago. He was wide awake.
"What do you make of this, Spot? Think he's just tired, or what? I mean, I know Belly-boy just woke up and everything, but still...I just want him to be alright," Daniel muttered at the dog. Spot barely twisted an ear, but huffed in reply once Daniel's words ended.
"Jealousy is a sin, you know?"
Spot gave him a look.
Daniel shrugged with one shoulder -the one Bellwether wasn't using as a pillow. He mindlessly toyed with one of Spot's cold ears. It was going to be a long night, wasn't it?
"Love-bird," really? What on earth had gotten into Daniel? Well, more like, it was about what'd gotten into Bell, wasn't it? And now everything was peachy on planet Daniel. It was almost creepy. Was that all it took to make Daniel friendly? Was that really why he'd been an ass this whole time? Bell raised his eyebrows at himself; then again, he was the same, wasn't he? A good fuck could turn everything right around. He and Daniel were way more alike than he really wanted to admit, weren't they.
He finished piling up the clothes and looked the makeshift bed over. "Yep," he agreed, pleased with himself. Looked nice and comfy. He stretched, then went and fetched a bottle from the kitchenette--what was with Daniel and fucking in kitchens, lately?-- and leaned against the wall to drink it, listening to rain pitter-patter on the roof. It was kind of calming. But it was shitty weather. Couldn't hunt in the rain, no one would be out. At least rain tended to not last all day down here.
"If it clears up," he replied, gesturing at the roof. "Can't very well hunt if no one's out. But it cleared up earlier, so it'll pass again." He walked over and sat beside Daniel, offering a sip from the bottle he'd grabbed. As long as Daniel was being nice, he'd enjoy it. It was kind of hard to trust, and he had no doubt that it'd be back to normal soon enough, but it wasn't so bad. Spot sidled up, ever the opportunist, and slid his head into Daniel's lap to ask for pets, making their corner of the room smell that much more like wet dog.
Was it okay to nap now? He wanted to nap. It was rainy anyways. He'd just nap until the rain stopped. He leaned against Daniel and closed his eyes. Just a minute or two.
Darkness awaited him, deep, rich darkness. He fell endlessly, no bottom to hit in the depths, nothing but darkness, forever and ever. Pinpricks of light sparked in the distance, tiny moon-shapes spread amongst them. He spun slowly and found himself hurtling into a ball of light brighter than his eyes could take--
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