And the Horse says to the Man, "Why the double face?"
Characters: Two-Face, a horse, Alex Krycek
Rating: PG-13?
Time Period: Modern
Location: Stables
Relative Date: Morning after this
Status: PM to Join!
Two-Face strode wearily down the path from his cottage toward the castle. His face hurt, despite the drugs, and he had slept fitfully once he'd gotten to sleep at all. Not a big surprise. He wondered if he'd ever be able to sleep the night through in this place. He saw a few other people wandering the grounds in the distance, seeming just as aimless. We're all sleepwalkers here. In a waking dream.
He'd just gotten to the fork in the path that led to the castle when he stopped abruptly. Why had he never noticed that trail, the one that crooked off from the main path and disappeared beyond a small stand of trees? There was a building beyond it, one he could barely glimpse white slivers of through the branches. Curious, he took the new path.
The building, like everything else, was well-maintained, although someone had thoughtlessly left the gate open. Two-Face creaked open the gate and stopped again, feeling a momentary chill, as several whinnies greeted his presence. The unicorns were living in a building? It made about as much sense as anything else. Maybe the building was abandoned and they were... nesting here. The important thing was that he wasn't armed this time. He wasn't prepared.
Just as he was ramping himself into full panic, a horse head poked over the top of what looked like a stall door, and then another, and another. Horse head. Horse. No horn. He relaxed a tiny bit, and pushed his way into the stables. The open plaza made him uneasy, and he stuck to the sides of the building, jumping slightly when he paused too long and something brushed his shoulder, whickering impatiently. Two-Face turned to gaze into the serious eyes of a grey horse that probably couldn't care less what he looked like-- as long as he had food.
"Hello," he said, his voice sounding loud to himself, and disused. "I don't have anything for you. I'm sorry." And apologizing to a horse.
Rating: PG-13?
Time Period: Modern
Location: Stables
Relative Date: Morning after this
Status: PM to Join!
Two-Face strode wearily down the path from his cottage toward the castle. His face hurt, despite the drugs, and he had slept fitfully once he'd gotten to sleep at all. Not a big surprise. He wondered if he'd ever be able to sleep the night through in this place. He saw a few other people wandering the grounds in the distance, seeming just as aimless. We're all sleepwalkers here. In a waking dream.
He'd just gotten to the fork in the path that led to the castle when he stopped abruptly. Why had he never noticed that trail, the one that crooked off from the main path and disappeared beyond a small stand of trees? There was a building beyond it, one he could barely glimpse white slivers of through the branches. Curious, he took the new path.
The building, like everything else, was well-maintained, although someone had thoughtlessly left the gate open. Two-Face creaked open the gate and stopped again, feeling a momentary chill, as several whinnies greeted his presence. The unicorns were living in a building? It made about as much sense as anything else. Maybe the building was abandoned and they were... nesting here. The important thing was that he wasn't armed this time. He wasn't prepared.
Just as he was ramping himself into full panic, a horse head poked over the top of what looked like a stall door, and then another, and another. Horse head. Horse. No horn. He relaxed a tiny bit, and pushed his way into the stables. The open plaza made him uneasy, and he stuck to the sides of the building, jumping slightly when he paused too long and something brushed his shoulder, whickering impatiently. Two-Face turned to gaze into the serious eyes of a grey horse that probably couldn't care less what he looked like-- as long as he had food.
"Hello," he said, his voice sounding loud to himself, and disused. "I don't have anything for you. I'm sorry." And apologizing to a horse.