#(nora | interactions)

[joaquimxborges]

for: @noravidal​ 

location: lil mom and pop diner! 

   “Hey, kid. Long time no see, huh?” The ramifications of the brawl weeks prior, their long standing distance, his waning interest in either of hid duties, had led to this reunion in a small diner - as always, Nora is luminous, all warmth and smiles. Joaquim is sure he’s a rather grey, muted version of himself (whatever that looks like), but he’s happy to see her, all the same. “Sorry I haven’t called - but you’ve been busy, haven’t you? With all the shrapnel flying around this city; and whatever you’ve gotten yourself into, lately.” He didn’t mean to admonish Nora; he thought more so of her propensity for goodness, and how it often led her further into bear trap they both longed to escape. “I hope you weren’t there, the other week - or at the least, you weren’t injured. Our politicians are patting themselves on the back, and they don’t have a clue what they’ve done.” 

[naomiberkeley]

for: @noravidal​

location: central park 

     The quiet moments Naomi saved for herself, were often spent in the park; summer had begun to slip away, leaving but a handful of moments, to be wasted on a park bench, absorbing what sunlight she could. Naomi had slid beside a beautiful young lady, who had not noticed this intrusion, as her gaze was firmly fixed on the sky - Naomi turned to it now, trying to find shapes amongst the swirls of white. “Do you see a whale, or a go-cart? I know they’re not one in the same, but something about it feels so .... ambiguous.” 

     “I used to come here when I was little and feed the pigeons with my grandparents - it makes me feel queasy now, to think I helped grow the rodent with wings population. But is it really New York, without the nasty birds flying around?” She felt a plastic bag full of bread and a hat with flowers step away, from seeming like a crazy park lady; but there was something kind about the others eyes, something comforting in her features, that made her idle chatter, feel welcome. Naomi wasn’t old (she was fifty-three, not dead!) but she felt maternal towards women younger than her; an urge to mother, somehow. “I’ll blame the weather, for my chattiness - its the first time in weeks I’m not dying in my suit.”