SPELLBOUND

( there are nights when the wolves are quiet and only the moon howls. ) hwang sage. 27 years old. child of hecate & self certified master of spells.

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scarlettseu​:

           even as inebriated as he happens to be, sage somehow sticks to his constitution. the cussing, while a fun surprise, only driving home his loyal disposition. she admires that about him, the ability to stick by people. the ability to stick by her. she has gotten so used to him being around, being there, that perhaps she realizes, while her hand is pressed against his cheek, that she isn’t quite sure what she’d do without him. seeing him flinch, the rare smiles melts into a small frown, eyebrow then rising at the rare use of a cuss word. she wonders what was said to provoke such a response from someone who strays towards the nonviolent side of things if he can help it (though, she’s well aware of his capabilities), but she’s not going to push it. not tonight, at least. they are huddled on the side of the street, scar staying close lest a car decides to roll on through. she rolls her eyes, but the smile reappears again, this time small, bemused. “i am not the one who just took a fist to the face,” she tells him, her eyes studying his, thumb absentmindedly stroking the apple of his cheek, thankfully unbruised. “for once, you don’t have to worry about me, okay? i’m fine.” and she means it. up until the fight (and she says that term loosely), she was having a good time. hell, she was still having a good time with him. “it’s a nice birthday gift, huh?”  

                       her words become no more than a lullaby; soft and soothing, but sang in a language unknown. it is impossible for him to concentrate on their meaning, her touches demanding all his attention. this nurturing side of scarlett is one that sage is no stranger to, though never has it left him breathless as it does now. it’d be easy to blame all on the alcohol coursing through his veins. it’d also be a lie to claim it to be the sole culprit of his current intoxication. 

“ what are you thinking of? ” it is a question unrelated to the one she had posed just ahead of him, his words no more than a ( slightly slurred ) whisper. there is no telling what is on her mind. not even to sage, who had fully allowed himself to get hypnotized by her eyes for the past few minutes. he’s unaware of the way his fingers continue to curl around the strands of hair he had previously tucked away; absentmindedly, with only a soft waft of fresh shampoo reaching his nostrils every so often. on the outside, sage seems more at ease than he has done in a long time. there’s a sweet smile painted on his lips and a serene look in his eyes that shows no signs of anxiety whatsoever. but underneath the surface, he is still a mess — though it is a different kind than what he is used to. this kind is burning hot and confusing rather than nerve-racking. it clouds his mind, leaving no room for unwarranted doubts or concerns, or any thoughts at all. before long, he can feel his eyelids slowly falling shut.

her smile is the last thing sage remembers, but he does not need his vision to memorize it. he can feel it clear against his own lips; warm and sweet, enough to ignite the fire inside of him even further. his body moves without guidance, gentle hands soon cupping her face — even in this state, careful enough not to hurt her.

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aylineu​:

part of her wonders where her sudden vigor for fighting might be coming from as she carefully watches her opponent’s every move. this, this had never been her thing. it had never been her thing because she never even tried. right now, however, it seemed of the utmost importance for her to win this little training fight against sage. irritation is was drives her as she meets each of his desperate strikes with her own. 

by now, she usually would have long since given up, lowered the training sword and given her straining muscles a very much needed moment to recuperate. instead, she locks her jaw, her muscles burning and her feet starting to stumble over themselves. there is no doubt in her mind that they’re making absolute fools out of themselves in front of the entire class but by the gods, she wasn’t going to end this the greater fool out of them two. 

them being equally as bad at combat weirdly enough made this the most challenging battle she had ever found herself in. she lacks the energy to launch another attack but just as she manages to (barely) lift her sword another time, she feels the resistance increasing even beyond that, leaving her unable to react as sage lunges with what seemed to be renewed energy.

she feels the blade strike her ankle and a cry escapes her throat as she stumbles backwards. part of her hadn’t at all anticipated this fight to ever end. to ever produce a winner - and least of all for either of them to be able to actually strike. 

“fuck!” she hisses, dropping to the ground in order to take a look at her own ankle. there was blood, not a whole lot but enough for her to feel anger rising inside her.

“i don’t fucking care what you meant to do or not, idiot. you cut me!” looking at him, anger sparks in her eyes, for now overpowering the pain. “what the fuck was that? did you hex me or something?!”  

                                her anger is justified; expected, even. however, that does not mean that sage had been prepared for it. his feet remain glued to the ground beneath him for longer than he would have cared to admit; his silence partially out of fear and partially out of respect. giving aylin some time to cuss at him had seemed like the very least he could do for her — that is, until his gaze gets caught by the crimson pooling in the grass below. 

it’s enough for him to let his anxiety take the reins; heartbeat fastening inside of his chest. “ no. i know. i know, and i’m so, so sorry. ” though sage opts not to answer her question, he finds himself mentally cursing himself for the hex he had indeed placed upon her just a minute ago. cutting her had never been part of his plan; though he doubts anyone would care to believe him after learning of his little tricks. best not to speak of it at all. 

“ i’m so sorry, ” he repeats, like an incantation willing the female to please forgive him. it takes him all the courage he’s got left to kneel down next to her; vision clouded with worry and a whole lot of regret. without asking for approval, the son of hecate makes a weak attempt at inspecting the wound, though never daring to actually touch the skin. instead, his hands hover over the cut only barely — as if the gesture would somehow put the gushing of blood to an end. “ it doesn’t seem like a very deep wound.. ” the hesitant words are meant to be reassuring, though he is not entirely sure as to who he is trying to reassure at the moment. her? himself? a laughable shot at doing verbal damage control? 

“ but we should probably get you to the infirmary just in case. ” sage haphazardly reaches into empty pockets as he speaks; tugging them inside out as if he were actually expecting to find something useful. of course, he is left disappointed. “ i’ll support you. or carry you. or i could just call a healer to the field. i’m so sorry. ” his eyes are cautious when they look for hers; his next question no short of foolish. “ does it hurt a lot? ”

[kim-jiwoong]

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scarlettseu​:

          unsure if he’ll even recall this in the morning, scar’s lips curl into a rare smile. her drunken mind only barely grasping the absurdity of the past ten minutes, let alone the rest of the night. “what things, sage?” she asks, with a shake of her head, though she doesn’t expect to hear an answer. the world spins just a bit, not enough for it to hinder, but he is the anchor. in the dull lights of the surrounding buildings, she can see a bruise, swollen and raw, beginning to bloom on his cheek, and immediately, she is fretting in a way that scarlett im does not. “shit, sage,” she says, with a humorless laugh. “you’re so gonna feel this tomorrow.” her inhibitions are lower, which means she has no problem simply taking his chin in her hand. “i don’t think that guy even knew what lesson he was learning,” she tells him, taking whatever minor cryokinesis abilities she had and putting it to the use of icing the injury. she’s always known he can be pushed to a certain point before even his usual gentle nature gives way to a protective fight, and she’s certain the alcohol has sped the process along, but she doesn’t really know why he did it. she’s focused on his cheek now, a frosty palm pressed gently against his cheek, laser focused with her own inebriation making the world dart around her. “hold on.” 

                                with a million things happening at once, scarlett’s voice barely seems to get through to him at all. there’s questions asked, but no answers given. instead, his attention is snatched by the soft smile that illuminates her features. genuine — unlike the many times she’d smile at him just to stop him from worrying. it’s reason enough for his own lips to curl at their corners; fondness sparking in his eyes. his focus is too weak to listen and pay attention at once, so sage finds himself making use of his sight rather than his hearing. the way scarlett’s lips keep moving as she speaks; the way a slight tinge of panic colors her eyes; the way her cold touch ices his skin. finally, the pain becomes notable, breath hitching as sage finds himself gasping for air. it’s a quick reality check that leaves previous words spoken to bounce and echo in the back of his head. “ i’d still do it again, though. the guy was being an absolute prick. ” his slightly offensive words are as rare as scarlett’s smile had been, though they drop from his tongue with remarkable ease. there was no use repeating the things the stranger had said — not when they had been vile and directed at scarlett in the first place. her commands are the only reason his anger remains under control this time; eyes focused on hers as if trying to read what’s on her mind. “ are you okay, though? ” sage asks after a little while, gently tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear. “ not hurt? ”

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eulohani​:

@eusage​ / 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭

    “𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘,” 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍, 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 her best not to trigger his fight or flight, a slight bat of her eyes the lubricant to her question, “how much could you grow your mist? like if you really wanted to train your days away to have full control of it?” 

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                              by now, one would think that sage had learned a thing or two about getting tricked by children of aphrodite — but noor still managed to charm him effortlessly as ever. the bait is taken with so much ease, it is borderline embarrassing; sage’s eyes sparking with enthusiasm as he leans a bit closer. “ i don’t think i have any limits, as long as i use enchantments and runes to enhance the power of the mist, ” he answers shamelessly, though the grin on his face easily reveals the joking nature of his words. “ technically, the mist should be able to grow endlessly.. but i have yet to figure out the exact limitations. ” and then, when he averts his gaze from her for a split second, suspicion finally rises. “ wait a second — you didn’t land yourself into trouble again, did you? ” 

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( throwback to anaïs birthday. @euanais​ ! ) 

                               crispy golden and in perfect crescent shape: if one thing is certain, it is that the sweet buttery smell of the fresh croissants had NOT been a product of sage’s own doing. nevertheless, the bright smile on his face is a result of the pride that swells inside of him; his plan better than any he’s had in a while ( or so he likes to think ). “ we— i put so much effort in these, and didn’t they turn out amazing? i think even you have to admit that these are bordering on perfection, aren’t they? ” all caught up in his excitement, the elder almost forgets why he had come here in the first place, quickly holding out the basket towards his friend. “ happy birthday, ana! ” and then, added in a totally-not suspicious tone of voice, “ special magic was used to create these.. you’ll absolutely love them! ” 

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scarlettseu​:

when: late night march 11th / early hours march 12th where: outside some bar in athens

         this is not how she expected her night to go. stumbling drunkenly out of a random bar at whatever time it is, sage trailing not too far behind her nursing a quickly forming bruise, leaving in wake more than a couple of confused patrons and a broken up bar brawl. actually, it was less of a brawl, and more of a– “i can’t believe you tried to punch that guy, sage,” scar states, as coherently as she can manage under the multiple drinks she’s consumed. she spins around, the toe of her boot scraping the ground as she tries to loosely guide him to a curb where she could take a look at him. “what were you thinking?” she admonishes, directing him with a wave of her hand to sit down. arms folded over her chest as she glances over at him, an eyebrow quirking. “does it hurt?” / @eusage

                                 more confused than anything, his current reality is nothing but blurred and distorted. there’s too much to focus on at once: scarlett speaking to him; sage trying his best not to fall over; scarlett speaking to him again; sage trying his best to remember how to use his powers to ease the dizziness away — failing. when finally scarlett has managed to lead them to a quieter spot, all she’s met with for half a minute is a blank look upon his face as he tries to recollect his thoughts and answer her questions. to nobody’s surprise — all in vain. 

“ he said some things, ” sage responds begrudgingly, words slurred from intoxication. “ so i hit him. ” tried, at the very least — but with the stinging of his knuckles, he must have hit something ( the floor or a wall, most likely ). it had all happened too fast for him to recall the details, clouded eyes fixating on scarlett’s features as she continues to speak. hurt? the alcohol renders him unable to feel much of anything at all; the pain in his cheekbones not yet fully registering with him. instead, his gaze drops to his knuckles; scraped and tingly ( and definitely not from punching someone ). “ no, i don’t think so. but i do hope he learned his lesson. ”

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@aylineu​

              determination — it is the one thing the pair of them have in common at that very moment. limbs stiff with tension; eyes shooting daggers. what is clear is that neither aylin nor sage is willing to back down. what is unclear, however, is where exactly this competitiveness stems from. after all, none of them had even the slightest bit of a reputation to live up to when it came to sparring.

aren’t you tired? don’t you want to forfeit? the questions buzz around in his head like annoying flies that he cannot seem to get rid of, the click-clacking of their weapons only growing on his nerves the shorter their intervals seem to become. louder; closer. though laser-focused, he cannot help but to wonder which fight would be worse: between those who are skilled, or those who are equally as lacking? 

sage only barely manages to stop himself from cursing, blaming his exasperation on the lack of cigarettes and overdose of coffee— though he cannot condemn anyone but himself for that. the entire duel is getting repetitive, with the same moves being repeated over and over again. it is sage who finally gets enough and moves without further thought, a harmless incantation murmured under his breath to slow the female down ( just a tad ). his aim is her soles: tackle her and claim a meager victory, enough for them to wrap it all up quickly. sadly, his strategic miscalculations never seem to fail him. there’s an audible gasp a split second ahead of the collision with aylin’s ankle, brown eyes growing wide in horror as he drops his weapon to the floor. 

shoot. that was not the plan. 

“ aylin— i didn’t mean to— are you alright?! ” 

[djxiao]

TAEMIN ✦ Don’t Call Me

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eujazmine​:

“ right, ” she says dismissively. “ that’s what i told the officers, too, but thank mother dearest for mist control. don’t think they would’ve accepted that defense, otherwise. ” despite her words, she takes the paper from him, nose crinkling as she avoids touching the questionable stain he’d left on it. she squints at the list of names, only recognizing a few from her studies, but appeased by the fact that most of the plants in the space were labeled anyway. she agrees with his assumption that the rarer plants would be more tucked away, somewhere in the line of sight of security, but she has her own agenda to fulfill first. “ first – show me which of these is the strongest and quickest pain relief. is it the columbine? ” from jazmine’s perspective, this whole trip would be for nothing if they didn’t bring back potent healing herbs with them.

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                           if jazmine’s plan had been to get a reaction out of him, it is working. his curiosity is spiked as easily as one does a child, gaze drawn to his sister as if to wordlessly ask for an explanation. he’s torn between taking the bait and simply pretending not to have heard her, though he does manage to keep his mouth shut with a bit of difficulty. better to remain ignorant from time to time, lest he’d end up lecturing her again. lucky for sage, she is quick to distract him with one of his favourite subjects and perhaps the only thing they have in common: herbs and potions. “ well, it is a very strong ingredient to a variety of potions, though i don’t think they include pain relief. there’s this blue flower, however, it’s called anchusa c—” the sudden realisation of her words dawns on him then, not allowing sage to finish his words and instead falling back into old patterns. “ wait a second— ” worry overflowing, his words sound borderline accusatory. his feet stop moving; hand gripping jazmine’s wrist to hold her back with him. “ whatever do you need pain relief for? are you hurt? should we get you to the infirmary? ” 

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euaxel​:

axel laughs heartfully when sage promises the food he’s offering it isn’t made by him, and it’s a far more natural reaction that his previous ones — as nervous as he is, this is far from his first time in this particular pickle. he shakes his head, though; it might not help him by way of suspicion, but the thought of eating is genuinely nauseating with his appetite chipped away by, that. “i’m good, bud. thanks, though. and thank you for looking out for my taste buds,” he jests, winking playfully at him. “ i was just gonna drop this off with rosie, anyways,” axel explains, gesturing with his hand to the book clasped tightly in it. he sniffles a little absently, shaking his head. “ after that, i gotta get to work to do some day-inventory before we open. ” it’s a lie, but a coolly stated one; not much to argue with, at face value.

sage’s question worries him, but not enough to wear that worry; at least, not very obviously. it’s moments like this that he’s grateful that he is the way he is and his next statement, although another lie, is a very believable one when it comes to what counts as typical axel behavior. he laughs again, rolling his eyes. “ i had coffee after six last night and it was over, man. total dumbass move. then i picked up my switch, looked up again, and suddenly, the fuckin’ sun is up. stardew valley is deceptively addicting. you ever play it?” 

he asks, steadying himself and hopping up onto a nearby stool, like that’ll somehow realign his chakras. it does a surprising amount, actually. “i think i like it better on the pc, actually. the switch controls are weird.” after that last statement, you can’t tell, but he has the passing thought, sage’s words processing belatedly: … we had fuuuuucking exams? that’s not good. whatever. anyways. focus, cokehead. axel shakes his head and keeps his eyes honed in on sage, impressively dutifully, all things considered. “what’cha gonna eat?” 

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                           his mind is spinning, dizzy from how fast axel is hopping from one topic to another. sage is still trying to process the oddity of the situation, urging his brain to focus on both the strange behaviour as well as the conversation at hand. even if axel had not been as good of a liar as history had proven him to be, he likely STILL would not have been able to put the pieces together. the line between axel trying to distract him and axel genuinely being all over the place was as thin as any, though for what it’s worth, it does leave the son of hecate on his toes.

it’s sage’s turn to let a moment of silence fall between them, eyes fixated on axel’s, as if somehow trying to read what currently is on his mind. as always with the younger — fruitlessly so. there is no doubt he is acting peculiar, but that had consistently been the norm with him, and it makes it all the more difficult to see through his friend. 

“ .. i think i smelled pancakes earlier, so i am hoping there’s still some left, ” sage speaks, finally tearing his gaze away. breakfast does not seem much of a priority anymore, but he’s not convinced what to make of the situation just yet, and keeping axel around for a bit longer seems like the best ( and only ) plan he can come up with. “ and you look like you could use some food, too. but if anything, at least come inside for some herbal tea. it’s been a while since we talked, has it not? i didn’t understand a single thing of what you just told me, so please stay a little longer. ”

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Mood Sampler - Fake Reality

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one thing you'd change about each family member?

“ i really don’t think it’s up to me to change anything about my siblings, and i don’t have the urge to do so either. have you met them? they are already great as is! and although i would LOVE for jazmine to be less aggressive and standoffish with the rest, would she still really be jazmine that way? ”

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eudamian​:

          this meeting doesn’t feel the same compared to the others ― aside from the usual razor edge words & the brick wall between them, there’s something more … natural about it all. maybe it’s just damian hoping that luck shines on him once again or maybe it’s just damian misreading sage as he keeps himself steady to their doorframe. but they scratch the back of their head while letting his smile grow a little bit more n a t u r a l, a little bit more comfortable in this unprecedented situation. “vincent also doesn’t know what he’s doing or thinking most of the time, i think. after sharing a room with him & sparring with him for so long, i’m pretty sure the amount of hair product he uses is the ONLY thing that keeps his head from floating away.” 

                 it’s true that vincent had barely knew what damian was thinking, having talked to them for all of five minutes before leaving. the other simply wanted to know if damian was going to the party & barely batted an eyelash when they said no, the door slamming behind him as he left. ( he could’ve done without the slam, but the peace that followed was even better with it. ) but for once, vincent’s air headedness had finally helped damian & they wouldn’t have to listen to him brag about it. ( maybe they should account more of their luck to good timing & the alcohol that’s clearly mingling in sage’s system versus an arrogant baby. but it really doesn’t matter who the luck is attributed to, because he’s HERE. )

                      sage easily coming in is slightly j a r r i n g, to say the least ; he was expecting some excuse to be given, a dismissive wave of a hand, something to tell damian that this was truly an accidental meeting. but then their eyes meet after he closes the door & he finds himself breathless again, a small zoo setting itself loose on his nerves. “uh, i’m not really sure. maybe i’ll join the ranks of the city’s homeless for a night. or maybe i’ll just sleep in the lobby. that’ll totally fly with the management, right?” his words run together, laughter getting pulled along with the words ― laughter that’s totally from the joke & not the nerves hitting him again. “i’ll say that i won’t be fun company. i’ve been trying to find some sitcom on the tv, but it’s all just coverage of fireworks.”

                                     the laughter that follows damian’s jab at vincent feels natural more than any of his behaviour around the younger had done recently ― and for a split second, there’s guilt toying with his senses for laughing at the expense of the son of aphrodite. “ maybe. but it’s a fair price to pay for maintaining a perfect hairdo, isn’t it? ”

he’s still miles away from making any sense; but there’s progress ― a lighter mood and some release of tension. partially thanks to damian; mainly thanks to the tequila drowning out all negativity ( and his common sense with it ). “ sleeping outside on new year’s eve is the worst idea you’ve ever had, damian, ” he speaks, the name rolling off of his tongue in an almost endearing way. now that the worst tension has dissipated, sage allows himself to relinquish in the sweet intoxication; voice bubbly as he adds to the male’s laughter. it’s dangerous territory to step into unguarded ― he should be holding back more; trying harder ( or leave altogether ). but he’s seated on the sofa before he can reconsider; intentions of exiting dropped down to a solid zero. 

“ i mean ―― other than watching a sitcom on new year’s eve. if you can’t leave your room, the very least you can do is watch the fireworks. ” his attempts at masking his inebriation are amusing at best; all effort put into eloquent speech and failing to take care of his actions. the rapid blinking of his eyes had been a constant in sage’s drunk behavior ― something he is certain damian had grown well aware of. “ we could watch it together, ” like last year; he wants to add; though he swallows thickly as he ignores the melancholic words in the back of his head. 

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eusamson​:

𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  when  the  reply  from  sage  lights  up  his  screen  and  a  small  breath  of  relief  is  exhaled  through  his  nose.   quickly  typing  a  reply,  samson  pockets  his  phone  once  he’s  done  so,  grabbing  his  keys  from   bedside  table  and  slipping  on  the  nearest  pair  of  trainers,  not  bothering  to  change  out  of  the  sweatpants  he’d  worn  to  bed  before  creeping  through  darkened  house  and  out  the  front  door.

                            [   SENT  //  YER  A  WIZARD  SAGE  :  i’m  coming  over.   ]

          the  dark  does  little  for  his  anxiety,  nerves  alight  at  every  stray  movement,  every  rustle  of  leaves  in  the  cool  early  morning  breeze.   it’s  a  relief  to  reach  familiar  housing,  and  while  a  part  of  him  knows  the  serenity  runes  are  partly  to  blame,  another  part  can’t  help  but  feel  comforted  by  the  dependable  warmth  the  sight  brings.

                                    [   SENT  //  YER  A  WIZARD  SAGE  :  outside   ]

          not  wanting  to  wake  anyone  by  ringing  the  doorbell  (  not  that  he  imagines  many  are  truly  asleep  ),  samson  waits  on  hecate  doorstep  for  sage,  thumbing  the  piece  of  paper  in  his  pocket  in  a  bid  to  distract  himself  from  wandering  thoughts.

                                   a simple yes or no would have sufficed; but there is no answer to his question whatsoever — instead samson’s texts only heighten his nerves. he’s outside no more than twenty seconds after the arrival of the message, jacket hastily thrown around his shoulders to brace himself for the cold night air. 

sage greets his friend with a simple hey, trademark smile unable to reach his eyes. there’s a quick inspection of health as his gaze scans samson’s frame; frantically looking for any visible wounds or abnormalities. thankfully, there are none — OF COURSE, there are none. had samson been injured, he wouldn’t have shown up at the hecate cabin for help. 

whatever this is, it goes far deeper than that, and for a moment, his heart skips another beat.

“ you’re not leaving again, are you? ” he blurts out the question, pulling the jacket tighter around his body ( for warmth; for reassurance ). his eyes mirror the nervosity he can feel in samson, wordlessly pleading for him to confirm that he isn’t going anywhere. “ right? i don’t think we’re supposed to be leaving in the first place, and i’m not letting you run off without me another time. ”

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eujazmine​:

she doesn’t appreciate his chipper attitude, feeling like he doesn’t deserve the contentment, but there’s little she could do about it at this point. “ who’s we? i do have bad intentions. ” although she won’t exactly tell him about the shady businesses she has going on because she doesn’t want to deal with excessive nagging or interference, she blatantly made it clear that she was always up to something. “ course you’d try to spin this into something noble. just say that you don’t want to deal with them. ”

finally, they reach the garden. jazmine has to admit ( silently, anyway ) that it looks pretty impressive. just by taking a look around, she could spot some plants that weren’t grown at the greenhouse back at eonia. although she wants to ditch sage, potion-making and their required ingredients were not exactly her area of expertise. “ what’re we stealing first, oh honorable? ”

☾ 

                                 her snarky remark comes as no surprise, but it hardly registers with him anymore. frankly, he should have seen those exact words coming from MILES away, though sage preferred to play pretend and disregard any signs of malicious intent. ignorance truly was a man’s best friend; for now, he simply liked to appreciate the fact that jazmine still hadn’t left his side ( regardless of the reasoning behind ).

“ again, it is not stealing. ” as much as sage would have loved to remain inside of his little bubble for a bit longer, he seems unable to fight against the terrible connotations that go with said word. “ but there’s this plant that grows only on the island of sardinia. it’s endangered and they likely won’t have it here, but it’s called barbaricina columbine. if anything, it’s at least worth looking for. ” a crumpled paper is taken from his pocket; marked by the coffee he’d had in the morning. “ here, ” he says, offering the list to jazmine. “ i wrote some names of species down on that. they can only be found in italy, so they are probably guarded.. let’s see what we can find. ”