#epilvgue / o1

[magnusmodig]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 about mortals and their propensity towards the excessive. his years spent with jane foster , though few , had forewarned him of such matters. particularly in the veins of shopping plazas. jane was a humble woman , and so on the few spare times he had coaxed her from her work ( fearing she would burn herself out should she burn too brightly ) , it was in the name of simple things: groceries or equipment to return to her craft. a bookstore or a furnishings for the home they had called theirs.

humans enjoyed variety , and thor could not begrudge them that. but mimsi's department store was VAST even to thor's opinion. the shop boasted three floors with many rooms hosting wares of many times and places. shelves near burst with small antique decor and 'knick-knacks' could be found hidden tucked away in various small corners. truly a more massive establishment — and far more cluttered than the royal palace of valaskjalf.

but there was something in the store for everyone. and for thor , he found himself stalling as he carefully edged his way through a corridor of shelves , attention caught by the familiar shape of astronomy binoculars. struck by memories of four mortal years time ( and perhaps , as well , a masochistic compulsion towards regret ) thor reached for the binoculars and found the hardware solid beneath his fingers. carefully , he procured it from the shelf whence it had been tucked away — only to not notice how its strap had curled itself around the base of a porcelain vase.

as the binoculars were secured , the vase came loose , and with toppled the floor of the small row with an resoundingly loud CRASH. the pieces scattered across the dappled grey tile. for a moment , all was still. . .

. . . then thor cursed in asgardian.

@epilvgue / starter call !

[mischiefmodig]

The entire notion of this place was completely and utterly detestable to the man. Loki was pulled from the thralls of his world and was stranded with cheap toys and worse - stripped of his defenses as if he was unworthy of his own achievements.

He needed time. There was too much to consider, too much to think about ( Thor blurred his judgments )

He needed to be alone.

The key he had been given was simple enough. Though he scoffed at the scale of these establishments, he supposed it would have to suffice.

The key fit in the door and into the villa he entered. Minimally furnished and of a mix of blues and browns. Not to his taste in the slightest - how did Midgardians live in such suffocating spaces.

He opened and entered...

❝  ... ❞A tall man too tall in red clothes, grandiose hair, and strange glasses. Loki's mood worsened.

❝ What is the meaning of this? ❞

@epilvgue \ / Roommates

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // petal nooks was becoming something of a second home , of sorts. it was a comforting place. one that she felt comfortable allowing cucumber to spend time in. and more than that : it reminded byleth of the officer's academy's greenhouse. large windows framed the walls , allowing sunlight to filter inside for the plants that lined them. hydroponics and grow lights kept the other plants alive and well. it was lush and green with plenty of colors to go around. the staff were friendly , and so were the customers who came and went here.

you never really knew who you might meet , or the stories that their plants told. byleth found that it was a way to better understand the people around her. there was a lot she could make out just from the type of plant a person was drawn to. rounding the corner to find the spring seeds ( hoping to find blue iris ) , she caught wind of a rather tall man , and in his hands was quite the PERTURBING SIGHT.

". . . your friend doesn't seem to be doing so well."

@epilvgue / semi-plotted !