I hope they cannot see. Who: War (open to Famine) What: Ch-ch-changes mean mooching off family Where: Famine's apartment When: Tuesday night through Friday morning Warnings: None YOU FAIL HORSEMAN
The Red Rider didn’t knock. Didn’t say hello or acknowledge his brother’s presence. War simply walked in without a word and took over the couch that could barely support his new too large frame.
He continued to ignore Famine, the girl with murder in her eyes and Dwarf’s attempts to bite his ankles. He laid there for days, arms behind his head, legs dangling over the arm of the couch while occasionally smoking a cigarette. When the ashes piled high on his chest he brushed them off and fed the butts to the small black horse. His thoughts, for a few hours at least, centered around nothing in particular.
It was funny, in some small only God is laughing kind of way, that while War had over a thousand faces (figuratively speaking) each time the Horseman made the gender switch there was a small palpable amount of discomfort. Embarrassment might have been a more apt description of the harbinger’s current state but that was a human emotion and War only possessed those in the strictest limited sense.
There was something else too. Something that made the Red Rider smile through his smoke rings and constant crotch adjustments.