#sage starter.

[talkeddirty]

OPEN TO:  any gender. PLOT:  source. MUSE:  sage, 23, babysitter. feisty, flirtatious, needy. CONNECTION:   significant other or anything  t//boo.  please do not like my starters. gif icons + discord available.    

it  comes  as  a  SHOCK.  the  burning  sting  upon  her  cheek.  has  pale  face  turning  red  with  their  HANDPRINT,  eyes  filling  to  the  brim  with  lukewarm  tears  that  end  up  streaming  after  blinking  a  few  times  to  collect  her  DIZINESS. hand  presses  against  the  hot  spot  on  her  face,  wide  eyes  of  confusion  and  AROUSAL  filling  her  hues.  ❝  what  the  hell?  ❞  sage  sniffles,  trying  to  CONTAIN  her  hurt. ❝  what  was  that  for?  i  was  just  saying  i  was  out  with  some  FRIENDS - ... ❞

[greenxyxs]

their head is heavily WEIGHTED on their s h o u l d e r s, chin tucked into their chest. sage can feel a dull ache in the ends of their fingers, knuckles white ; similar to their PALLID complexion, adding to their gaunt, sunken cheeks & hollowed eyes. it’s been three days, only SEVENTY-TWO hours, & already sage feels like the world is e n d i n g, crashing down on their shoulders. they hate it, hate the way they’re currently huddled in their room, curled on their side in bed, the mattress sinking under their weight. “ i gave you that key as a PRIVILEGE, ” sage mutters under their breath, the roll of their eyes unnoticed from the darkness of the room, the only light being the s l i v e r stemming from the hall & the opened door -- the other person’s shadow ELONGATED. “ doesn’t mean you can just show up here whenever you please. ” they sound irritated, but deep -- v e r y deep -- down, sage is ENAMOURED, thankful they crossed the other’s mind ; surely that’s why they’re there now, swaying in the doorway. it has to be the reason, RIGHT ? @neiljh

[greenxyxs]

“i just don’t see the point,” sage’s voice was soft in comparison to the otherwise silenced night air, a cool breeze passing over the pair situated on the grass, a blanket under their bodies. their left leg was crossed over the right, one shoe off their foot while the other was fitted snugly in place. the stars overhead were enthralling, moonlight illuminating the prominent points in sage’s face. their cheekbones jutted out at a specific angle, seeming more gaunt than they truly were. “what’s the main point of life -- there really isn’t one, yea?” it was a loaded question for a late night chat, but their mind was running with the idea. "i mean -- ” sage’s eyelids grew heavy, shutting though they remained wide awake, sensing nearly every blade of grass under themself, the backs of their knees beginning to itch. “you live for x amount of years, and then you die... people work so hard to get somewhere and leave some form of legacy behind, but in the end, people forget... everyone just fades away. it’s virtually pointless.” 

[greenxyxs]

  sage didn’t take too kindly to others, especially when they were much more energetic than themself. “do you mind?” they sneered at the person sat beside them, resisting the urge to roll their eyes.  “some of us actually value silence.”

                                    @neiljh​