#ty for sending. i figured zorah may already have a inkling of what he does given they work on his cards and commercials?

[samuhelll]

@escapedartgeek asked: 018. an otherwise empty parking lot . 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 (accepting)

When Sam kisses, it’s with hands on both shoulders. A quarter to ten, overcast, the parking lot of a deserted rail station, his chosen mise-en-scène that sprouts crabgrass through cracks in the asphalt and the moon a winking cat’s eye. The man goes limp and Sam’s embalmed in a warm amber syrup of rising entropy. Sam mellified in the souls of the dead. 

Shoes scuffle asphalt. A shadow stretches over the ground.

“Zoe. Hey.” He said it with a strange, out-of-place smile, the words choppy. “Caught me during business hours.”

The man leans dead against his chest, hair lifting in the wind. Sam looks like a djinn. “Listen— Went out like a light, pain-free,” he says, crucially, “guaranteed. Just call me Mr. Sandman ’cause— Wow.” The man slumps, Sam smiling. “Let me tell you. Like taking Nyquil.”