The Town That Never Sleeps

[man_nav_naudas]

WHO(?): Raivis (?) and Peter
WHERE(?): Quiet Mound, a sleepy little town outside of Liberty, in the foothills of the _____ mountains in____, _____.
WHEN(?): Friday October 8 to Sunday, October 10 (?)
WHAT(?): It was meant to be an escape. The truth however, cannot stay hidden in the fog.

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UNNCECESSARY RAMBLING IS UNNCESSARY.

[longlivesealand]

It was thanked to Peter's innate ability to drone out any unpleasant feelings that allowed the hyperactive young man to bite through the tedious transits from Point A to Point B. He could suppress the interrogative questioning from the old biddy on the plane. He could forget the detour when the car rental place did not have the car they requested, and they were forced to head across town to pick up the sedan that they originally ordered. He could pretend the two-hour drive to the resort was not two hours of his life that was wasted on the road. He could ignore the buzzing migraines centered on the back of his neck as the promised gorgeous scenery turned out to mundane trees after trees. All the troubles involved with traveling, he would and could endure, but Peter Kirkland refused - he abso-bloody-lutely refused to listen to that bloody song blasting from the satellite radio one more time

I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN AT ALBUQUERQUE...

[man_nav_naudas]

Raivis wasn't entirely certain if the sensation of being watched was an effect of that dense cloud or of the concussion blooming in his skull from a brief acquaintance with an airbag and a whirlwind fling with his headrest. He stared out, dazedly fixated on spiraling smoke tendrils leaking through cracks in the smashed metal of the rental; at the slightly bent pole with its flickering light on top and its apparent lack of remorse for having come out of fucking no whereHe had turned his gaze aside for just a second, just an instant to try and rouse his husband for the change of plans. It shouldn't have been long enough for the road to curve. He hadn't felt the vehicle veering off course because the wheel had been kept steady. They had been driving, cautiously, and suddenly- they weren't

LATE POST IS LATE. :D

[longlivesealand]

Peter was not aware that he was bleeding until he was told. Then as if a switch was flipped on and his skin parted like the Red Sea, blood began to sweep out of his wound - a small but deep gush over the forehead. He pressed his fingers to the wound, checking if it was in fact as severe as the pain stabbing his nerves. It was

:DDD

[man_nav_naudas]

There came a very prominent, distinctive 'fuck' from Raivis (repeated in Latvian for the sake of maintaining some semblance of modesty around Peter) then a hush. Then a muffled sigh or sob; coming from behind the cover of a hand over the young man's mouth, it was too hard to tell which. His teeth worried at a knuckle as he watched blood congeal, distantly marveling at how the absence of clarity in the world seemed to make it inherently brighter.

"Quiet Mounds." He said at last. The cell he pulled from his pocket showed the same dismal 'NO SERVICE' across its screen. He stuffed it back in hastily. "At least, I'm fairly certain that's what it was called." Waving away a plume of moisture spiraling by his ankles, crawling its way along his leg, Raivis shuffled sideways on the ground now beside his husband to curl an arm around him. "We're already within its city limits. If we walk a little bit, we...well, we should come across someone. Maybe we'll catch a ride along the way