CLOSED STARTER FOR @karazoreldanvers.
With bodies dropping like flies in the woods, and almost constant interviews and press conferences and paperwork and meetings, it was rare that Harold got time to himself. Even after hours, his underlings were calling him with questions and concerns, or emailing him memos and notes and speeches. But tonight, he’d left his phone in his flat, deliberately, so he could just get a break from it all. Those people would still be dead tomorrow, what difference did it make if he answered an email about an official statement now or in the morning?
And tonight, it was possible to see Venus, the brightest planet in the sky. He wasn’t going to miss that for paperwork. So here he was, standing in Echo Springs Park, with his neck craned, squinting at the stars. And he felt, like he always did when he looked at the night sky, an inexplicable pull, a draw, to it. He was so engrossed in staring at Venus, transfixed on the bright white dot of light, that he didn’t notice a woman standing nearby.