#sage threads.

[polarisleigh]

@polarisricki

Normally Sage is stone cold stoic, but anger flashes in her eyes at what she’s interpreting as Kellan’s indifference.

“I have every right to be paranoid about this. The survey said, what do you want, and the answer was me. How could that be anything other than bad?”

[polarisleigh]

@polarisricki​

Isn’t this enough?

In the spirit realm, Sage is particularly lonely. Normally, the spirits that surround them are screaming at her to do something, but when they’re in the spirit realm, they actually can, which is perhaps why the spirits are more... silent.

They don’t expect to see Kellan seated underneath a withering tree, looking stupidly handsome like he doesn’t belong, and he doesn’t. It’s a surprise to Sage, who didn’t think these meet ups in the spirit world will continue. They wonder what this means in terms of Kellan’s soul, but it’s a vague wondering-- no matter what, he’s stuck with her.

Panic sometimes sinks in when they see him here, almost as if he’s been murdered and they’ve missed it.

What would be enough?

“Fancy running into you on this side of the veil,” Sage miffs, taking a seat beside him under the tree. Willow, they think, and there is a faint sound of weeping. Sage slides down the trunk so that their head comes to rest on Kellan’s shoulder. Corporeal. That’s good. That means he still has a body. “Anyone try to bother you?”

[polarisleigh]

@polarisashley​

Sage runs the blade of the knife underneath her tongue, wincing at the metallic taste of it before she lets the life force linger in the back of her throat. The remnants of her victim’s hand, admittedly, a few fingers and one sans the nail,

She glances up at Winnie, her eyes alight as she tosses the knife from one hand to the other. The body at her feet is more ghost than corpse, pale white and sunken cheeks despite only being dead for thirty seconds or so. Cold to the touch. Sage sucked out their life force without even blinking, and maybe she’s convinced Winnie that she’s the most prolific killer in the entire world. Maybe not.

The woods are alive, tonight, and Sage seeks comfort in the cover of shadow from the trees. Winnie is the best companion she could ask for in this situation, and they’re both having a grand old time, all things considered.

“Ready for more?” She asks, knowing full well what the answer will be.

[tipsykissings]

❛                        ୨୧            ’ @sharedbed asked : ❝ spread your legs. let me see how ready you are for me. ❞ for rosalind and sage .

sage smiles up at the other , blonde tresses falling over her shoulders before she does as she's told . legs slide open on the sheets , fingers curling into the soft fabric . " am i ready enough for you ? " she asks softly , gazing up at her through thick lashes .

[tipsykissings]

❛                        ୨୧            ' sage for @theyareinsatiable , plot in source !

sage pauses as she looks at the other , moving her hair over her shoulder as she looks at the other . " you want to do what with me ? " she asks , raising an eyebrow as she looks at her partner . " why ? "

[gravesung-moving]

❝ DID YOU KNOW we don't have a wet sensor? like — you can't actually tell if something is wet by touching it, only if it's cold or slippery or both. ❞

[polarisleigh]

@polarisricki​

With the careful way she’s drawing Kellan’s cheekbone, you’d think she was in love. First of all, if you even so much as hinted at that to Sage, she’d laugh in your face, and then she’d kill you.

But it’s summer, there are lights flashing off the lake, the ghosts that surround Polaris Village are screaming in her head, and for once, she’s listening to them. She doesn’t care what they want-- she never has, but still, she’s given them the option of an audience which is more than she can say she regularly does.

Even still, her senses pick up on a solid soul, not one ebbed by time and decay. Immediately, Sage flips the page on her sketchbook and yet another, landing on a landscape featuring the dolphin who lives in the lake.

“Fancy seeing you around these parts,” she drawls.