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jayharperxsalem‌:

It was probably the fourth time this week, probably more, probably less. Jason had lost count, but he couldn’t help it. Something felt odd, strange. Different. Too different for his liking, and he couldn’t fathom it. Completely unable to understand it, Preston had changed, he had changed too much since the incident happened. Jason hated it, not because it was Preston, not because of what had happened, but because it wasn’t the Preston he knew. The Preston he fell in love with, this one was different, he wasn’t like he used to be. And Jason couldn’t understand it, and that drove him insane. That broke him. Something felt wrong about this whole situation. Something felt so wrong. And because of this all situation, Jason had grown distant with him. And at the same time, he grew distant with Sage. 

But Sage wasn’t going to let that happen, he kept insisting that Jason needed to talk to him, to explain what was wrong, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t find it in himself to do it. But eventually, after another attempt, he just stopped running away even though he couldn’t just yet find the right words to explain what he was feeling. “I… I don’t wanna talk about it.” he simply said, his eyes avoiding his boyfriend’s gaze, as if he was ashamed of himself and of the way he started acting with them both. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s not that. Can you let me go, now? There’s someone I wanna see.” 

@resagence.

all of this was... draining, to say the least. a black cloud loomed over the academy that no magic could cast away, and rightfully so. many of sage’s magical brethren, special gifts from the gods and goddesses, had lost their lives in these very halls, and it was like a slaughterhouse. the scent of blood seeped into every nook and cranny of the hallways, the faint stench of death wafting through the air, and each time he was forced to smell it, his stomach lurched, so, he was spending the majority of his time locked away in his room with his boyfriends. death was something he was completely used to, having died twice, but he had never seen so many deaths at one time, and he felt so helpless because he couldn’t bring them all back! but there was one who he wouldn’t let slip through limbo, and that was preston.

he knew to leave preston be for a moment, because death was never easy— words might help, but it was truly an adventure of self-searching that would get preston through it. he would feel numb for a while, cold, even, but it would all come back to him. however, he could tell that this event was having even harsher affects on jay. so, being the annoying boyfriend he was, he was constantly nagging jay to talk to him, to get how he was feeling off his chest, and finally, he thought he was getting through. he had his hand pressed against one of jay’s shoulders softly, staring down into eyes that wouldn’t look back up at him. “ please, talk to me, baby. tell me what’s wrong so i can help you get through this... ”

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sage had felt so helpless throughout the duration of it all. with only the power of telekinesis that he was just beginning to master, he didn’t stand a chance against a witch-killing bullet. under strict rule, he had been ordered to stay locked up behind a forcefield. this was due in fact that he was the only witch here, and possibly in the country, to have the gift of resurgence, and it would do them some good in resurrecting everyone that they could in the end. but, the helpless feeling had began to take him over. all of his life, when the going got tough, sage had ran away from it, and now, he was finally in a place where he belonged and he would not run. he had been greeted by the dark tendrils of death twice before and it didn’t scare him as much as it used to. 

sage had spent most of the day breaking the forcefield, and when he stepped out into the hallways, he was greeted by the overbearing stench of death. immediately, his stomach knotted up and he began to cry. long legs stumbled down the hallways— he didn’t know where to begin, so he stopped outside of the library, kneeling down by one of the boys who had first gotten here when he had gotten here. sage grabbed onto his face in an attempt to resurrect him, but he could not focus, for at the end of the hallway: there he saw him. a reaper with a gun. his breath hitched in his throat and he backed up against the wall. if there was any time he needed a savior, it would be now.

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fireproofandy‌:

Andrew had finished his morning class and was coming back to his room with a cigarette in hand. Swagger fueled him and you could tell by how laid his back was and how open his legs were when walking, full on confident. His sunglasses remained even inside the halls because they were more of a fashion statement than an actual need. He lowered them to get a good glimpse of Sage and those pretty lips of his. “I always git time for you, pumpkin,” said Andrew with a smirk, caressing the boy’s face. “Do you wanna do it privately or would you perhaps want another place to do it?” Training to Andrew could have so many meanings. Specially with how many kids he got in his room lately to “help” achieve their potential.

the professor’s southern accent, that sounded much different than his own, was extremely hot; his deep voice and relaxed demeanor only added to that. the tall necromancer folded his arms over his chest, gaze averting to the floor momentarily when he felt the teacher’s eyes on his lips. he blushed at the pet nickname. “ i think doin’ it in your room would be just fine, sir... ” said sage, hoping he didn’t sound desperate. 

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fireproofandy‌:

Andrew had finished his morning class and was coming back to his room with a cigarette in hand. Swagger fueled him and you could tell by how laid his back was and how open his legs were when walking, full on confident. His sunglasses remained even inside the halls because they were more of a fashion statement than an actual need. He lowered them to get a good glimpse of Sage and those pretty lips of his. “I always git time for you, pumpkin,” said Andrew with a smirk, caressing the boy’s face. “Do you wanna do it privately or would you perhaps want another place to do it?” Training to Andrew could have so many meanings. Specially with how many kids he got in his room lately to “help” achieve their potential.

sage’s gaze averted to the floor when the professor began raining compliments down upon him— it was clear it didn’t happen too much, only with his boyfriends, really. “ you’re always so nice to me, sir... ” he smiled sheepishly, finally looking back up at the other blonde. “ u-um, private’s fine, sir. i get nervous tryin’ my new abilities with other people watchin’ me... well, except for you. ” he tightened his shawl ‘round him, still smiling.

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awitchofaboy‌:

Everything around him seemed to slow down. It was like his eyes watched every little move of his friend. The way he twirled so happily. The way he tidied himself up. That was why when his eyes finally left him for a moment they had become transfixed on this car. Heart pounding. Blood rushing from his face as if he had seen horror like nothing he’d ever witnessed before.  Trying to avoid that feeling, he nodded with a smile. “Okay, good. We should hurry.” He reached a hand out grabbing at the other’s wrist. “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.” It wasn’t going away not this time. That was when his eyes went wide. “MOVE!” He shouted. Everything slowed down once more and he shoved Sage backwards and felt his head fling back so fast and damaging that he fell.

His body collapsed to the ground like nothing. His eyes twitched looking at sage. A part of his head was splattered on the sidewalk and fence. His hand reached out as his gurgled so viciously. So chillingly. Before he knew it, his life was taken from him. His eyes stared blankly as the muffled sounds of blood and air trying to escape finally ceased. His last moments on earth were spent saving his friend and fellow witch, but he had so much more to do. He knew that. 

That was when it was like his spirit had left his body and just stared down at the disfigured body. 

if time were to be slowed down, it felt like now was the time. it seemed as if he and cassidy were moving at a normal speed while everything else around them was going so slow, as if they were in a time warp. he could sense the change in cassidy happen within seconds, could almost feel the way his heart was throbbing against his ribcage. as he grabbed sage’s wrist, the tall blonde looked down at him with widened eyes as he began to move faster. in a seconds time, cassidy had pushed him into a hedge and now he felt warmth in spatters all over his face, and... and...

oh my god, cassidy. he looked at cassidy, who was missing a part of his head. sage was covered in blood spatters and parts of his brain matter. he felt like he could throw up. all color drained from his normally pale face and he pushed himself up onto his shoulders, then got up, crouching by cassidy who was losing blood at an alarming rate. “ o-oh my god, cassidy. ” sage began to weep, tears falling from his baby blues. “ no, cassidy. ” he flipped the male over onto his back and kneeled over top of him, not caring he had blood all over him.

closing his eyes, sage touched cassidy’s face and focused. just focused. as he pulled the life force back into cassidy with much concentration, he could begin to feel the other witch coming alive again. “ cassidy? oh, cassidy. ”   

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sage approached the man’s door, rapping on it a couple of times before standing back, awaiting a response from the professor. after the training session he’d had with anthony the other day, he really enjoyed how he’d tapped into his powers with the help of his professor. “ mister andrew! ” sage exclaimed, when he saw the other blonde. “ i-i was just wondering if you had any time to train this evenin’. i had fun the other day, and you helped me a lot. ” lips curled up into a smile. // @fireproofandy

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“ this is the greenhouse, where i spend most of my time. ” said the blonde, stepping inside. it was chilly that day and the plants certainly needed warmth, so he made sure the door was sealed tight after he stepped in. “ it’s a lovely place to come if you want to just clear your head, or go to work on making some spices. ” he looked up at the new guy with a smile, a tendril of hair falling in his face. he brushes long blonde locks behind him, before looking back down at the task at hand. “ so, tell me a little about yourself? ” // @cursedanthony

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awitchofaboy‌:

There were many perks to being a witch. Well, some had better perks than others, but there were still perks. Like for young Cassidy. He was able to bring people back and find things, but the finding things had slowly been creeping into these feelings. Something unsettling to say the least, but he kept a smile on his face. Those feelings always turned out to be something small. Nothing of real importance, so he kept shoving them away. A part of him feared what if this time was a bad time, but his mind kept telling him to chill.

“Yeah.” He chirped out. Both witches had come from New Orleans. How they never ran into each other was a shocking thing. They were so much a like. Watching his friend pull at his shawl, he noticed this car. Something in him tightened quickly seeing it, but he didn’t want to panic, so he another smile went on. 

Cassidy laughed watching him spin. “You’re welcome. I figured we both could use some time out of the academy.” He shrugged with a cute, sweet smile in place. As he spoke again, he saw the same car. This time going in a different direction. “How much longer until we get to the store?”

while sage was busy tidying up his appearance, he hadn’t even noticed the car, he was only worried about the conversation with his friend and making sure he lived up to his witchy predecessors. he was walking on the outermost edge of the curb, glancing up at the sky as the sun colored his skin a dandelion hue. it wasn’t until the second time that cassidy saw the car that sage noticed it too, but again he didn’t think much of it. just thought it might have been someone who was lost, or maybe trying to get a second look. “ shouldn’t be too much longer. i think it’s a block away. ” sage explained, looking down at the shorter witch. “is somethin’ the matter, cassidy? i mean... we’re witches, you shouldn’t be worried out here. ” and that’s when he heard a bang! go off from the direction of his right ear. 

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awitchofaboy‌:

There had been a couple things Cassidy needed for his snack stash. Hell, he really only needed very small things like chips and green tea. IT wasn’t anything too important, but he liked having what he liked around. That was also why he took Sage up on his offer to come with. As they walked down the sidewalk, he smiled happily as he pulled at the ends of his sweater. The young witch wasn’t one to dress like his companion. He kept a more low profile. 

“Oh just some chips and green tea for me, but..” He pulled out a pristine folded list from his pocket. “I was given a few extra things from some of our good friends.” He laughed softly as he kept walking. “And, yes, we will get you your bagels.” A sweet smile plastered his lips as a crisp breeze blew by. He had become a big friend and ally with the fellow new orleans witch. They sort of melded well together. Both zany and have a love for weird and beautiful prints. He still hadn’t gotten him into the tartan, but there was time. “I’m glad you chose to accompany me.” He greeted happily as heard his stylish boots clicking to the ground as a weird feeling came over him, but he chose to keep moving.

whether anyone would admit it or not, sage had always thought witches had this intuition that most others didn’t have— not a clairvoyancy of any sort, but just a feeling. he could always sense when something was bad and more often than not, he chose to ignore the feeling, deciding that when it was his time to go, it would be his time go. it wasn’t like he couldn’t be resurrected anyway.

“ oh, okay. sounds easy. ” sage responded, smiling down at the shorter bayou witch. if there was one thing they could connect on, it was their heritage. born and raised in the swamps of louisana, it was a coincidence that the two of them hadn’t crossed paths long before this. he tightened his shawl around him, a gust of crisp air blowing his blonde locks of hair back.

he smiled again before looking back to the path ahead. he did a little spin as he walked. “ i am too. it’s a beautiful day out, so thanks for invitin’ me. ” sage responded. 

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prestonxvanxwinkle‌:

Preston could feel how aroused his boyfriend was, could see it in the way that the boy rolled his hips against him. Rutting like a bitch in heat, the petite blonde pressing against his body so beautifully. Preston loved to watch their bodies collide. The way that they fit and pulled against one another. The way that Sage spoke was so filthy, so sweet and yet so fucking filthy. He wanted to watch this boy come undone. Wanted to see him covered and coated with his cum, made to look like the whore he was. Hands still clutched tightly around the other’s neck he could see the traces of red beginning to bloom in Sage’s cheeks as he ran out of air. Preston’s own hips pistoning into that sweet fucking hole harder and harder. Never once letting up. As he watches Sage get closer to passing out he releases his grip, allowing a rush of oxygen to go back into the boy.  “Such a good girl, my beautiful princess. Can you feel it? Can you feel how close I am…” His words come out in a hiss, rhythm starting to become frantic as he can feel himself getting close to the edge. “I want to see you cum before I do though, can you do that for me Princess? Can you cum for your Daddy?”

sage moaned and whined, each time growing louder and louder as his hole constricting around preston’s cock that was ramming his prostate. he could feel the absence of air in his lungs and head and it was turning him on. he could hardly breathe, but he continued to fuck himself on preston’s cock, marveling at the sensation of being filled by him, which he typically did most nights. he nodded rapidly at preston’s comments, unable to speak as it felt like his throat was being crushed. ‘ i’m... cum... ’ he attempted to say, eyes fluttering closed as a heat began to flood his entire body. every fiber of his being ignited with pleasure as his cock began to spurt cum without even having to touch it. some of it went on his face, while the majority of it coated his chest and abdomen, and some went up onto preston. he moaned all the while, back arched and body shaking as toes curled against the edge of the table. he wanted to badly just to grab at preston, to touch him, but he had been depraved of that.