[cathartiiic]

here’s a plot call for susan since i’m need of more interactions here, like this post and i’ll come to you for plots.

[misterselfdestruct]

open || non-exclusive to mutuals ( for now ) || no assumed connections

the sun casts long shadows against a cool backdrop– the scene looks desaturated, pale and painted with a palette of every shade of tan man has discovered. loki’s hands are clasped firmly together, jacket doing little to brace him from the windchill. earbuds stick out from pink-tipped ears. from the corner of his eye, he catches something—-

“What?” his voice is louder than he realizes, accented by the sound of grinding, industrial music pumping out of the earbud he now holds by its stem.

[cathartiiic]

things seemed to be falling apart in susan’s life. her second marriage was ending and she was worrying about the reception of her art gallery that had just opened tonight. the woman of the hour was now waiting at the subway for the next train to come.

the man in front of her was well dressed, but wasn’t paying any attention to his surroundings--something that could’ve bit him in his ass especially since his wallet had fell out of his coat pocket. “your wallet” she repeated, leaning down and picking it up before extending it out to him. “you dropped this.”

[cathartiiic]

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