the black goat of a thousand young

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He couldn't keep the speed up for long. His chest hurt too bad; it burned, his throat aching with the need to cough that he forced down, because he knew once he started he wouldn't be able to stop. It must've hit a lung. He was wheezing like an asthmatic, breaths wet and slow.

Focused on breathing and running, he barely noticed when Landon pushed them into an alley until he was shoved up against a wall. The hand to his chest hurt, and worse, it aggravated the need to cough. He couldn't hold it in anymore; he started coughing, the coughs thick and wet, spraying more blood over everything. Shit. It was everywhere. Their blood was everywhere. What if they found Landon's, tested it? This was bad. This was really bad.

Heal, right, he had to heal. He closed his eyes and focused, drawing out the goat. It was easy to call on this time, easy to tap into--maybe because he'd just been in the egg. He grabbed at Landon's shirt just to hold onto something as he healed, choking back the coughing. The pain spiked, then settled. He gasped, his lung screaming with pain as it reinflated, and then he could breathe again. A few good coughs cleared his lungs of the remaining blood. His gut still ached, but less so. It'd probably closed up the worst of it.

"We need to go," Bell urged Landon. He clenched his jacket shut, hiding the worst of the blood. They had to find somewhere to lay low, at least until things calmed down. Somewhere to change clothes, except he was pretty sure he'd bled through all his layers except his coat. He pushed Landon away from him, away from the wall, and led the way again, moving at a speed-walk rather than a run. It'd be best if they didn't look too suspicious.

The river. If they made it to the river, they could hide along the banks for a while, wash their shirts in the water, move along again. He led Landon for the water, careful to take back streets and side alleys, always moving away from the sirens. In no time, the river loomed, dark and waiting. He led Landon to the railing and started to climb over, down onto the bank below.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 11d 9h 9m 18s
Whenever a single tendril, premature limb or tentacle threatened to wrestle itself free from Bellwether’s onslaught, Landon beat it down harshly, preventing the goat from getting the upper hand. That, and Bell was relentless. Confusion still set the tone even when Bellwether stopped beating down the black mass. The hippie-goat was already decaying, exposed as its innards were to the dangerous atmosphere of the Earth.
Hannah. Was that the woman’s name?

Landon heaved large breaths; in, out. Blood. It was everywhere. On his shirt, on Bell’s. The alley’s cobble stones.
Okay was not the word he’d have chosen to describe how he was. Adrenalin masked half the sensations he ought to feel. Instead, Landon nodded, more so to let Bell know he was still there. It wasn’t Daniel.
He felt relieved it was a goat after all. A full-blown one too. Not even a half-breed.

They ran.
Bellwether’s grip on his arm was tight, but Landon noticed the other man was falling behind. A few streets down, Landon spotted a nice hidden street, between two houses. He pushed Bell in and against the wall, hand against Bell’s chest.
So much blood.
“You need to heal yourself,” he huffed out.
“You’re bleeding …it’s too much, we’re leaving a trail,” Landon muttered.

He didn’t know where to touch. What to do. Couldn’t exactly tie off a chest-wound, there was just no working with that. And where did that leave the bullet? Soon they’d both have a bit of extra metal floating inside of them.
Sure enough they wouldn’t pass any metal-detector test.

His thoughts weren’t focussing as much as he liked. Landon kept a steadying hand against Bellwether’s chest and looked around. The wails of police-cars were still audible, so they weren’t far away enough still. But leading them to their hide-out wasn’t smart either and maybe they’d block roads. Sure enough, they’d find the gun. Not a body though. So they could be looking for the hippie instead of them two.
Two nobodies.

Landon’s eyes travelled back to Bell.
What had even happened in the alley? He felt tired. Now that they were standing still, the goatling abused the opportunity to mend some of the injury. Black sluggishly simmered just below the surface of his neck and shoulder, coiled in the blood, before perfectly fine skin closed the gap.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 11d 10h 53m 31s
The man spun and faced Landon. Before Bell could do anything, a shot rattled out, somehow louder than the others had been. Time seemed to freeze as blood sprayed, splattering over Landon's shirt. Bell's vision went red. He didn't really know what happened next. The man screamed, grabbing his gun hand, his gun hand no longer two things. Spot jumped and grabbed the hippie's mangled arm. The man sagged, weakened by the pain, and Bell beat down on him, into him, until the walls were painted with blood, the floor splattered, the man's head no longer anything but mush. Still he raised the pipe, drawing on strength that wasn't his, destroying the man utterly.

It was only then that black appeared, lashing out weakly; stronger than the stuff inside the hunters, but not a full goat. It devoured the man as it climbed free, growing stronger as he vanished. Bell gritted his teeth and hit it harder yet. The blackness was hard, leathery, but also slimy, like an internal organ had grown a stronger hide. It seemed determined to take on a human shape, growing arms and legs; when Bell broke them, it tried to heal them rather than abandon the attempt.

Miss...Hannah," it hissed, through a mouth that looked like the hippie's.

And then it gave up. The body sagged, the arms and legs stopped healing, and before long, it began to smoke gently, decaying into the early morning.

Bell stepped back, heaving in a deep breath, then wiped his face. Blood. His breath was aborted halfway as an ache cried out in his chest; he winced and coughed, felt something shift inside him. Probably not a good sign. It'd heal. "Landon, you okay?" he asked, stepping over the man's body. Spot sniffed at the body, then looked at them, curious what came next.

In the not so far off distance, a police siren wailed into life. Bell jumped, then grabbed Landon's arm--the good one--and ran for it, ignoring the ache in his chest and his gut. They could worry about their wounds later--for now, they had to get out of here.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 11d 11h 35m 56s
Can’t have any witnesses. So they were genuinely murderers now? That realisation didn’t sit well with Landon, but then, they’d killed before, hadn’t they? Humans. Daniel had. The first one being just before he’d killed Bell for the first time, running a blade across the man’s neck, slicing his throat.
The gun was absurdly loud.
Echoes filled the cramped space of the alley until everything was overflowing. How could those two stand to be in that place? The dull thud of the bullet hitting Bell’s flesh barely registered. Landon saw the rippling of metal through air, saw how particles collided, meshed and passed through one another in waves. Everything in waves. There was no end. And no beginning.
Only building-blocks and they were sat on a structure he couldn’t comprehend. Like the goats’ cogs, everything fit perfectly and throbbed to the same beat.

Bell’s pipe hitting and smashing the man’s face broke Landon from his daze. Blood. It ran dark across Bellwether’s shirt. Landon raised his bat, waiting for an opportunity to rise. It did. Bell struck for the second time, the man flinched and dodged, aided in no short measure by the goat inside of him. Or maybe the hippie was a fallen hunter. A hybrid.
Either way, it wasn’t natural.

Landon chose that opportunity to strike. Confusion and anger vied for dominance and that frustration was visible in the execution of his blow. It connected. The hippie twisted away, but the bat still connected to the man’s shoulder. And Landon didn’t stop there. Not even as the man scrambled for balance and tried to knock his feet from under him.
He hit again, this time the man’s back.

Instinct reacted when the man tried to swipe his feet. He recognised that one -from…somewhere. Landon stepped back to evade it and the hippie used that moment to raise his weapon and shoot. There was no hesitation. Obviously the man had wielded a gun before. Either that, or the hippie was desperately hoping police would react. And they might, if they were patrolling. They had to finish this quickly. Leave no trace.
Landon’s thoughts ground to a halt wen the bullet -which had gone wide- clipped his shoulder in an awkward spot. His collarbone felt as if it was on fire. Holding the bat suddenly became difficult. Anger, pain and confusion came together like a focussed beam of light and Landon wasn’t even sure what happened.
He was ‘displacing’ things.

He’d done that before -once, when they had to cross the road without being detected. But instead of displacing himself, he displaced the gun. And then some.
Skin. Flesh. Things that had no end and had become attached to the metal of the weapon. Landon hadn’t displaced it far either. Just inched of where the hippie had held the gun. Without it, the hippie was like a snake without fangs. Spot grabbed his chance to lunge at the hippie’s wounded arm.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 11d 12h 9m 47s
What? Was he feeling alright? Wasn't Landon the one who was feeling crappy? Bell just gave him a weird look.

True, they had no confirmation. He hadn't gotten the look. But at the same time, the guy had dodged him somehow, until he'd used the goat's speed. If he wasn't a goat, he had some kind of training, and if he was watching the woman, he'd need to be taken out whether he was a goat or not. "Can't have any witnesses regardless," Bell said. The hippie needed to go. At least no one would notice when someone like him vanished.

Bell waited until he saw Landon peer back at him, then strode into the alley, following Landon's lead. The man noticed them and startled, but rather than running, he went for a gun. Bell stopped on instinct when it was pointed at Landon, then shook his head, laughing at himself. One little gun? What was he going to do with that? It'd hurt, but it wasn't going to stop them. The noise would be a problem, but by the time anyone came, he and Landon would be long gone.

When the hippie pointed the gun at Bell, he started moving again, walking forward evenly. Good. If he was going to shoot one of them, might as well be him. "Stop! I'll shoot you!" the man snarled.

"Do it. Or are you too chicken?" Bell taunted him.

The hippie looked from Landon to Bell, then back again. "I've seen what you do to them!" the man shouted, eyes wide, maddened. "You won't take me, too!"

The gun went off. The first shot missed. Bell ran forward, drawing his pipe and raising it to strike in one motion. The man fired again, then again. One hit, a punch to the gut that left Bell staggering, but it wasn't enough to stop him. He gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain, running the last few steps to the man. The gun went off again; he felt an impact in his chest, but nothing else. His pipe made contact at last, striking a heavy blow to the man's head. He staggered, but he didn't go down. The man backed up, trying to put some distance between them, still holding on tight to his gun. Bell swung again; the man flinched back and dodged the blow, but it didn't matter. As long as his attention was on Bell, it didn't matter. Landon would be safe.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 11d 14h 47m 10s
Did he -what? Landon wasn’t sure he heard right. Bell agreed with one of his plans? He was almost too stunned to react. What had changed?
“Are you feeling alright?” Well, it wasn’t so much that Bellwether disagreed with his ideas, just that they backfired a lot. Reason to be extra cautious. Boxing in a goat would mean trouble, even if they weren’t entirely sure this man was.

Shit. What if he was human.
“We don’t know for sure whether he’s a goat, do we?” Landon pitched, uncertain suddenly. No. He couldn’t back out now. This was an opportunity. Barely anyone was out on the streets and the hippie would be cold and stiff after a night of waiting in that alley. Unless he was no longer alone.

Before they could discuss it, Bell dolled out their roles and Landon was left to his ‘side’. He watched Bell hurry off before rounding his own side. He unclasped the bat, tense. The wood was cool against his sweaty palm, heart beating faster in anticipation of what was to come.

He arrived after Bell did. Landon peered down the alley and noticed Bell do the same. Once he noticed Bell had seen him, he followed suit, wandering into the alley. In what little sunshine had surfaced above the buildings, he could make out stagnant pools of water and rubbish.
And the hippie. The man noticed him first and looked up. There was a faint look of suspicion on the man’s face, which Landon attributed to the hippie seeing him for the second time in such a short period.

He turned about face at Bellwether’s footsteps on the other side. It didn’t take long for the man’s brain to clue on that he was in trouble. Panicked, the hippie looked around, but not for particularly long. The man drew a gun. He pointed it at Landon, then at Bellwether.
“Don’t move! I’ll shoot you!” he shouted. The side of the hippie’s face was blossoming with a nasty bruise. Must’ve been Bell’s doing.
Landon stepped a little closer.
“Stay where you are or I shoot him!” The threat made Landon pause. He looked at Bell. Did this man honestly think he could stop them with bullets?
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 11d 15h 27m 54s
Did he -what? Landon wasn’t sure he heard right. Bell agreed with one of his plans? He was almost too stunned to react. What had changed?
“Are you feeling alright?” Well, it wasn’t so much that Bellwether disagreed with his ideas, just that they backfired a lot. Reason to be extra cautious. Boxing in a goat would mean trouble, even if they weren’t entirely sure this man was.

Shit. What if he was human.
“We don’t know for sure whether he’s a goat, do we?” Landon pitched, uncertain suddenly. No. He couldn’t back out now. This was an opportunity. Barely anyone was out on the streets and the hippie would be cold and stiff after a night of waiting in that alley. Unless he was no longer alone.

Before they could discuss it, Bell dolled out their roles and Landon was left to his ‘side’. He watched Bell hurry off before rounding his own side. He unclasped the bat, tense. The wood was cool against his sweaty palm, heart beating faster in anticipation of what was to come.

He arrived after Bell did. Landon peered down the alley and noticed Bell do the same. Once he noticed Bell had seen him, he followed suit, wandering into the alley. In what little sunshine had surfaced above the buildings, he could make out stagnant pools of water and rubbish.
And the hippie. The man noticed him first and looked up. There was a faint look of suspicion on the man’s face, which Landon attributed to the hippie seeing him for the second time in such a short period.

He turned about face at Bellwether’s footsteps on the other side. It didn’t take long for the man’s brain to clue on that he was in trouble. Panicked, the hippie looked around, but not for particularly long. The man drew a gun. He pointed it at Landon, then at Bellwether.
“Don’t move! I’ll shoot you!” he shouted. The side of the hippie’s face was blossoming with a nasty bruise. Must’ve been Bell’s doing.
Landon stepped a little closer.
“Stay where you are or I shoot him!” The threat made Landon pause. He looked at Bell. Did this man honestly think he could stop them with bullets?
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 11d 15h 28m 18s
Oh. Yeah, point. Their track record with cars was abysmal. They left a trail of destroyed cars behind them like the things grew on trees--though to be fair, that was mostly because they were being chased down by hunters. "Nah, not yet," he said with a cheeky grin. But he didn't like the truck's odds. It'd get destroyed yet.

He'd forgotten that Landon didn't know the lady. "Um, this tall," he said, holding his hand up between his nose and chin, "brunette, dresses like she has money, normal-looking eyes? Hazel-colored, but an ugly hazel, you know? The hippie is shorter, stick-skinny, with long, nasty hair. You'll know him when you see him." He left out that the lady had a small kid. Didn't want to accidentally trigger Landon's trauma over Alice. He'd find out when he found out.

He lounged against the wall behind him, acting as casual as he could while Landon staked out the place. When he stood still, the chill morning air had a bit of a bite; he shoved his hands in his pockets while he waited. What if the hippie was there, and he jumped Landon while he was alone? Bell's heart started to race all on its own. No. The hippie had no reason to suspect Landon of anything. Landon was fine. Perfectly fine.

It seemed like no time at all, and also an eternity before Landon returned. All clear aside from the hippie, huh? "Did you... never mind," he said, cutting himself off. How would Landon know which house was hers to see if the lights were on or a car was in the parking spot? He'd just have to hope.

"Yeah--let's box him in," Bell suggested. "Son of a bitch was fast as hell. If it's the hippie, we don't want to give him the chance to escape." He nodded towards the back way, the way Landon hadn't gone. The hippie might be alerted by Landon walking past a second time, but it didn't matter, because his life would be over not long after that. "I'll go this way, you go back that way." He clapped Landon on the shoulder and hurried off; he had a little further to go, so he jogged some of the way. It was just a turn before he got to the other end of the alley, and he peered in, waiting to see Landon before he walked inside. Didn't want to scare the hippie until it was too late. Landon was right, though: it was definitely him. Keeping a lookout, huh?
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 11d 18h 15m 51s
“No, it’s fine, just…” Landon made a vague waving-motion. “Thought we maybe already destroyed it or something.” Then again, Bell didn’t like driving much, so the odds of Bellwether having a run-in while in the truck was pretty minimal. It was better once outside. Finally it felt as if he could take a breath; the freshness of a brand new day was riveting. He let Bell lead the way to the woman’s house, because Landon had no clue. It was quiet out on the streets. Just as well, considering Bell’s fiasco the other day. If Bellwether was recognised, the game was up already.
And far quicker than they liked.

Finally, Bellwether stopped and looked back. Take point? Landon blinked up at Bell for a second, then gave him a look.
“She about ye tall, blond, brown hair? Puppy-eyes?” He had no clue what the lady looked like. Even if he passed the house and saw something, Landon would have no idea what he was looking at. Yeah, other than her having a young kid.
It wasn’t about the woman this time though. More so about whether or not there were hunters, police, or even the hippie hanging out close by.

“Fine, just wait here, I’ll circle around,” Landon agreed.
He hid the bat under his jacket as well as he could before giving Bell a last look and rounding the corner. He took measured, semi-casual strides. As if he had some destination that was still an end away. At least, Landon hoped that’s what he transmitted, because he felt nervous.
No people in parked cars along the road that he could see or curious vans. Maybe the police hadn’t taken her seriously the first time around. Or maybe they had a patrol. They would leave their shift in the early morning then though, most likely. Or be replaced.

When he crossed the alley, Landon peered in, almost automatically and saw a figure. The hippie? It didn’t look like the man took much offence to him walking on the street though, so Landon just continued without alerting him until he came back to Bell.
“Someone’s in the alley,” he greeted the man.
“Other than that I think we’re clear. Maybe they have a patrol driving around,” Landon pointed out.
“You want to check the alley?”
  THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 12d 4h 51m 7s
Good. Couldn't wait any longer to hunt, so it was good Landon was feeling better. "Yeah, we got food," he said, pointing back at the kitchenette. "Don't know how much is left." They'd only grabbed stuff for one night, and they were going on two days, now. But there should be enough for something of a breakfast, at least.

What if the woman had fled? He grimaced. He didn't like to give up on a hunt, but they really had no way to track her. That was the hunters' specialty. Hopefully luck would be in their favor this once, and she'd have put it off until the morning, at least.

Landon leaned up and kissed him again, and he grinned. Hard to worry too much about that when Landon was here, and being happy and not sick anymore. He followed Landon to the kitchen and watched him make the grossest sandwich ever. Banana? On plain, untoasted bread? Yuck. He was glad they'd kissed before Landon had decided to destroy both pieces of remaining food in the kitchen in one go. For himself, he ate the banana and bread separately, the way it was intended. He held back the urge to make a comment, though. At least Landon was eating, even if it was gross.

The car? "Oh, back a ways," Bell said, waving his hand vaguely in the shadow of the turns they'd have to take. "I can take you there whenever, if you wanna go." Probably a good idea to drop by soon for a resupply, at the very least.

Landon finished eating and lead the way out, and Bell followed right behind him, grabbing up coat and pipe on the way. He hoped the lady hadn't skipped down. He was itching for a fight, and he'd do anything to get one. Well--if the lady had skipped, there'd still be the hippie. The hippie didn't even have the means of escaping town.

The sun was still low in the sky as they made their way over to the lady's house. As they approached, Bell slowed, checking around corners before they blindly turned them. If the lady had gone to the police, they might be looking for him. No one was lying in wait, until at last they were at the final turn before the lady's street. "You wanna take point?" Bell suggested. They didn't know Landon's face, after all; if the police were there, he'd be able to swing past without alerting anyone.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 12d 11h 14m 10s
Just as panic started to flare over Bell’s absence, the man announced himself and Landon relaxed. Bell was wide awake, and in that sense a sharp contrast to how he was feeling. Lethargy and sleepiness set the tone. His body had gone without its regular intake of fuel for a while now. At least Bellwether wasn’t in a fighting mood this time around. Landon smiled back at the kiss and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” he muttered, still drowsy. Given some more time, he’d probably fall back asleep, but they couldn’t afford to waste time, could they? Now was their chance. It’d be quiet on the streets this early and the woman would be out. Actually, invading her home was probably a smart move -if she was still even in town. Either way they could still catch her trying to run.

“We had food, right?” Landon started, propping himself up on his elbows.
“If we hurry we can try and catch the woman before she tries to do something funny,” he muttered. Landon stole another kiss, a more intimate one, from Bellwether’s lips before getting up. His back was stiff from sleeping on frilly clothes, which barely made decent mattress, so he stretched out the kinks on the way to their makeshift kitchen.

There was bread, and some bananas. With a few absentminded acts, he had a sandwich covered with bits of semi-mashed banana, suitable for breakfast. It’d still the hunger at least. They were running low on stuff already. Two days, had it been? They hadn’t gotten many supplies. Probably hadn’t figured to stay this long.

“Where’s the car anyway?” Landon muttered around his food.
Had they destroyed the truck already? He wouldn’t be surprised, considering their penchant to keep things around. Even Bellwether’s trusty old pipe had to bite the dust. He was surprised the man’s signature leather jacket was still around. It’d been a vital clue at one point, until Sinewy-goat messed it all up. And then the other goat…
Landon shuddered.

He ran his eyes over Bellwether. He hadn’t woken up next to the man either. Landon’s next bite was a bit more thoughtful. There wouldn’t have- No way.
He’d know, right? It was just paranoia. Nothing more.

“Let’s get going,” Landon urged. It’d be better in the light of day. Everything would.
  THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 12d 13h 19m 19s
A hand ran through his hair. Bell shifted a little closer. That was nice. A little more of that and he might actually get back to sleep. Unfortunately, Landon's hand stopped, and after a moment, he heard the man's breathing start to even out. What? Why did Landon get to sleep before he did? Not fair. He grumbled to himself and laid even more still, trying harder to think about nothing at all. Slowly, consciousness faded without him being aware of it, until he finally drifted off.

He woke up some time later, the first light enough to wake him. He groaned, but when rolling over got him nowhere, sat up and looked around, giving up on sleep. Why was it so hard to sleep? Well... Probably because he'd napped earlier yesterday. That probably hadn't helped.

Landon was still dead to the world. Bell got up and wandered through the store, trying to kill some of his excess energy. Spot looked at him, then stood and walked over to him, something pleading in his eyes; Bell sighed and walked to the door to let him out. The chain rattled a bit, but Landon didn't budge. Good; didn't want him freaking out. He walked outside and watched Spot absentmindedly, enjoying the early morning. It wasn't yet hot out, still chilled from the night before; a little too cold to be comfortable, but enjoyable all the same.

Spot finished and headed back outside. Bell stood outside for a little longer, looking around. It really was a lovely day out. Fresh air, a gentle breeze, the quiet of a city in early morning. Hopefully it'd stay this lovely. He walked along the back road, hands in his pockets, just taking everything in.

He should head back. Landon was going to freak out if he woke up alone. He sighed, but it was true, and it really was the least he could do for Landon. Bell turned back around and headed back into the shop. Landon was just waking up, blinking around the empty store. "Heya," he said, letting the door fall shut behind him. He walked over and plopped down beside Landon, giving him a grin and a little kiss. "Feeling better?"
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 12d 14h 38m 14s
Mopey, huh? Did asking about something like that make him seem ‘mopey’? Landon rolled his eyes. He couldn’t really get it right. Everything was just a beat off. Maybe he would rather be Daniel. It was easier to just escape all the obligations, fears and anxiety by giving in. Had Bell really missed him to begin with, or was it just something he was saying? Landon watched quietly as Bellwether tried to get comfortable and failed. The time? How was he supposed to know?

“Early? Or late, depending,” he muttered at the lack of answers.
A yawn escaped him at the thought of sleep. He’d been up for quite some time, but somehow, it was easier to give up staying awake when Bellwether was there, rather than sleeping. Finally, Bell seemed to settle, though Landon could hear by the man’s breathing that sleep was still far off.

He ran his hand through Bell’s hair. It was getting longer. And a little greasy. Lack of showers would do that. They ought to get a decent bar of soap, so they could use ordinary toilets or fountains for a quick wash-up; prevent the goats from smelling their approach at the very least.
The clothes-pile hadn't exactly become any more comfortable, but he felt reassured nothing would happen tonight. Maybe he’d be fine for a while now. It’d be kind of nice to just ‘be’. Landon nuzzled the top of Bell’s head, sighing out. Yeah, he’d missed this too. He was glad he hadn’t given in to Bellwether’s desire to fight.

Probably Bell’s penchant to like seeing him hurt or injured playing up, was all. It didn’t take long for Landon to fall asleep. Slowly at first, until his awareness gave out and left his memory blank.

Landon woke up to noise. Slowly, without a real sense of urgency, he cracked open an eye and searched for the source of the sounds. Spot. The dog was rooting in a pile of rubble, probably foraging for food or something.
He stretched out, a little confused, but used to feeling that way by now. Oh, right. The store. Hunger announced itself, an almost foreign sensation by now. At least it wasn’t nausea.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 12d 16h 9m 12s
"We don't have to hurt each other, we can just play fight," he argued. Not like that one had gone down well with Daniel; he didn't expect it to do any better with Landon. Sometimes, they were just too alike. He waved it away, giving up entirely this time. Landon didn't want to fight, it was fine. Expected, even. "Fine, fine, I get it."

Landon went quiet for a little while, joining him on the pile, then turned and looked at him. Bell could see light glimmering off his eyes in the faint moonlight that made it past the door. Want Daniel? "Why? He already turned me down," Bell said. Daniel hadn't wanted to fight any more than Landon had. "Besides, I missed you." He reached out and poked Landon's chest. The two of them could be so prissy sometimes. And he'd always thought of himself as the type that couldn't stick around for a high-maintenance boyfriend--ha, he was proving himself more wrong with every passing day. "Don't you get all mopey now, I just got Daniel over that."

Bell considered, then grabbed at Landon, coaxing him to lie down rather than sit up by leaning his body weight against the other man. "Unless you'd rather be Daniel," he said with a shrug. If he could pass being sick to someone else, he'd do it every time. But Landon probably didn't share that viewpoint. He usually didn't.

He closed his eyes and shifted a little more. Impossible to get comfortable like this. He was just too riled up, and now that he'd slept some, his body had decided that it was rested and ready to go. "Ugh, what time is it?" he asked, shifting around more. How much longer did he have to sleep? How early was he up? Probably too early. Probably way too early. Maybe he could go run laps to let off some of this energy. But then he'd really wake up.

Finally, he just closed his eyes and laid still, trying to trick himself into going to sleep. Maybe if he laid here still enough for long enough, his body would just decide he was actually asleep. He settled down a bit in the pile, then laid there, imagining nothing.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 12d 19h 11m 17s
Chains rattled at the entrance and Landon stiffened at the sound of them. Bell. Landon sighed out in relief, a little embarrassed he’d startled Bellwether, but in this darkness his flushed cheeks wouldn’t stand out anyway.
“I thought I did, it’s probably nothing,” Landon said. Now that Bell was there, the abandoned store and its things didn’t seem quite as bad. He watched Bell make cosy with their pile of clothes and cracked another yawn. Maybe his body was finally giving in to its need for rest.

Changed his mind?
Landon followed Bell’s gaze to the bat and realised what the man meant; fighting. With weapons? Was he insane?
“There’s plenty goats out there apparently?” Landon pointed out, gesturing with his bat. He blinked at Bell. Was this some kind of trick? Did Bellwether-goat finally want to get rid of him? His grip around the bat tightened, but Landon already knew he wouldn’t be able to hurt Bell. Not even because the man was a better fighter or anything, but because he just couldn’t.
He loved Bell.

“No, just -I don’t want to fight you,” Landon pointed out. “Why would we waste time fighting between ourselves and risk getting hurt?” It just didn’t make any sense. He sighed out and sat down on their clothes-pile bed, rubbing at his forehead. Maybe some of this headache was for lack of fluids. He wouldn’t be surprised, between Daniel sicking up and his general lack of appetite.
He let himself fall back and sighed heavily. Bell was jittery, the way he could be before they made a kill. Usually they solved the problem by having sex. Not this time though. Maybe Bell wasn’t in the mood.

Maybe he’d rather have Daniel.
Well, that could be arranged -if they fought. Did Bell want Daniel back? Was that why he was so keen to fight?
“Would you rather it be Daniel?” Landon posed after some thought. He turned his head to look at Bell. Daniel would fight. Probably. He would when he was coaxed out for sure. Landon ran his hair back and sighed out, slowly relaxing. It’d definitely be easier if Daniel was out. Let him deal with the fallback of drinking too much for several months.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 13d 4h 45m 55s
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