#––– ❛ saige beaumont 【 this is heaven and i'd die for it / interactions. 】

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( @demidevildiva )

"Hey! You don't, um - have a light, do you?" It'd been her first time out since Mido's hospitalization; truly out - back to the bars and the clubs, where strangers could envelop her in their warmth and she hadn't needed to think about the consequences until much, much later. She felt like - she'd somehow overstayed her welcome at the hospital, or in Mischa's car - a vision of her wilted like a bouquet of funeral flowers in the reflection of their eyes - all her grief and all her mess only burdensome. It was different now - it was hard to disappoint people who hadn't any expectations for her, her grin loose and drunk, now, unlit cigarette dangling between her teeth as she spoke. "My vape died inside, like - total tragedy, it didn't even like - run out of juice. I dropped it, and like - as soon as I bent down to grab it, someone's sole just like came out of nowhere and totally smashed it to like, smithereens. I think it was like, purposeful - actually, like, a vape assassination. I feel like I just got, like - JFK'd. Totally fucked up."

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saige: they hv a pool house here out back n saige: they filled it w those like saige: ball pit balls saige: oh fuckj saige: [...] saige: i dropped the pills in the ball pit fk fk fk saige: brb

rowan: you left me hanging so hard :( rowan: hell yeah i do rowan: where are you?

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( @brightstvrlights )

She was kind of the worst, wasn't she? In all the - commotion, Mido's coma and Freya's dying and everything before, and everything in - between - and everything after; Saige had barely reached out to Celeste. She was a terrible cousin - and a terrible friend - it could've been the least she could do, but she was always too stuck in her head to realize others around her. Selfish, maybe - would've been the word. Even standing in front of Celeste's door - she wanted to run away, or throw up, or something - purely out of shame. She should've been there for her, but she wasn't. "I brought pizza! And, like - brownies, but like - I tried to make them like muffins, and so I'm not like - totally sure if the insides are like, done cooking?" Her arms filled with the foods - Saige used her foot to knock against the bottom of the door, calling out as if Celeste could hear her through the wood. "And alcohol! And, like - other various things - but you probably don't want them!"

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( @laughstrack )

The ballroom floor was an easy escape from those Saige could barely look in the eyes anymore; easier to lose sight of them in the crowd, where most not dared to wander - instead clinging to walls or the balconies outside, or to people who cared about them and could show it - could say it. They didn't need to be constantly surrounded by people like she had - didn't need affection they couldn't wholly have. Saige didn't have to think about them - about the people she's let down, disappointed - hurt - spinning out of a stranger's arms and into a small gap between bodies to merge within the group, her hands landing on the arms of another, eyes lifting, "Oh! Dom, is that you?" Words a light slur - a finger coming to tap at his rose gold mask, "Wow - you're like, beautiful - like one of those, like - fairies in those like, really really horny fairy books? Y'know, like - you're like, the like - high lord of spring, or something -" Her hands ran up his arms, resting atop his shoulders - one of the dangling stars from her mask dusting over his highest curl. " - I'm sorry - is that weird? Am I being weird? Do you want to dance?"

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( @eclvpses )

"Sorry it's, like, a total mess in here -" A half - apologetic smile tossed behind her, Saige hooked a stray, stranded bra in the middle of her foyer with the toe of her shoe and managed to toss it over the stair's bannister, " - the passageway's officially cleared, liege - all threats, um - eliminated. Totally plowed through, never even had a, uh - chance." She's - helplessly fidgety, tiresomely so - all the joy sucked out of her movements and leaving only the barebones of her essence. "What'd you want to drink? I've probably got, like - every drink imaginable. Like, um - in that movie on Disney - d'you remember? I think it's like - Smart House? Like if, um - Steve Jobs lived and like, started just going totally nutso with the whole smart shit, and like - created a house that listened to your every whim - think there was like, a fridge or something - that could pop out whatever drink you want. I pretty much, like - have that. It's just - a normal fridge, but like - lot of liquor. More liquor than food, probably - are you hungry? I can like, order a pizza. Maybe we'll get lucky, and like - the pizza guy will be like, sexily greased up with a total pornstache, and he'll be like - did anyone order extra meat?"

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It hadn't been the worst thing done at the fair - hell, it hadn't been the worst thing that Saige had done that night - but she only shrugged, grin remaining the same as she wordlessly took another hit. "I hope not - I feel like that'd be, like - super embarrassing. World record for getting lost in a mirror house - like, that's totally lame - right? I'd want to have a record for something more exciting - like, the amount of candy corn I can balance on top my nose, y'know? Or like - how many times I can go spin on the merry - go - round before absolutely puking my guts out." Neither were particularly outrageous - but Saige had half the mind to not outright spill every terrible thing she was capable of doing for a laugh. "Oh! Vertigo - yeah! That's like, the spinning and the ringing in your ears and shit, right? Or is that, like - tinglinitius, or something? I dunno. Anyways - your costume's like - super cool. You're from that one, like - video game with the really tall, really spooky but like somehow super sexy lady, right?"

"Ohumm.. pass on the," Natalia began, hues glancing between Saige and the joing she now held out for her, "hit," emphasis on the hit, as she lent back slightly in quiet and polite defiance at that point in time. It wasn't that she'd never been high before, it's was more that... well, she'd never been high in public and that wasn't really something she felt like changing today. "A whole hour? Do you think they hold some kind of record book for that kind of thing? Surely an hour in there would get you something a little more exciting than.. vitilig..-- do you mean vertigo? I think you mean vertigo - the sensation of everything around you spinning?"

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( @laughstrack )

Saige never considered herself to be particularly comforting - warm, sure, but she'd always been too riled - up, too shaken not stirred. All carbonation and bubbles - never soothing, like steam from a cup of chamomile. Now she'd gone all flat - even in the face of good news, the first bright look in her eyes in weeks, and she could barely muster a smile. And she still wasn't comforting - not like this, slight tremble to her hands as she stared down the wine in her glass; anxiety and caffeine, and a comedown she'd need to fix soon - but not right now, not in front of Dominic. "Thanks for - dinner again, by the way - you're like, a really good cook." The food on her plate had mostly been pushed around and picked at, but her compliment remained genuine - the smallest of smiles as her gaze hit every corner of the room that hadn't had his eyes staring back at her. "I've never been, like - a great cook, or anything but - I used to like, um - like, baking a lot? Used to make - a mean, um - muffin, when I was younger. Would sneak into the, um - kitchen back at school, just to bake 'em. I thought it'd like, make everyone - happy, y'know? Nobody really - got like, handmade food at school, like - made by like, an unprofessional - 'cos it was Paris, and like, every café was just the most, like - put together... pastry on the planet. But muffins were kind of like - home, sometimes - I think. I like to - think, at least - that they like, liked them."

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( @plumassieres )

She'd always had a knack for finding people when she wanted to - when she wanted them, specifically - weaving in and out of the crowd just to clutch onto Evie's elbow, a small stumble over her own two feet in the semi - darkness. "Evie!" Her tone panicked - like Saige'd been scared, maybe, of the power outage and the storm outside- "D'y'know what's up Landon's ass?" Not panic - just a wavering drunkenness, and a determination for answers. "I feel like my hips are like - bearing the weight of an iron wrought chastity belt - this is so fucked up!"

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( @brightstvrlights )

"Y'know, you clean up, like - super nice, like, really nice." Ignoring the fact that it'd been Saige's clothes from her never - ending closet of high fashion pieces discarded by her mother, left rotting them rotting alongside her, she plucked away a piece of lint from Dylan's collar, "Y'could probably be, like - a model - if you wanted to. Do you want me to hook you up with like, an agency? You give, like - 2000s Hollister vibes - and that's super in right now - but you still have to sell me drugs on the side, okay? Promise? A drug - slinging model is like, almost poetic. And super hot."

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For a long time - Saige had wanted to die. She always phrased it differently - I want to mysteriously go missing, I want to like - disappear from the public eye, I like - really, really, don't want to be here anymore. She'd ruminate on it - the thoughts swirling behind her eyes to match the spinning rooms whenever she opened them - maybe that was why she always acted on impulse, without a second thought - always reckless, always borderline dangerous to herself. If it's an accident - it's not as sad, is it? But here - now - a dull throb beneath her skin from how tight Leo had been holding onto her, pinning her to him - Saige was terrified of it. Of dying. The thought alone sent another cold shiver down her spine, her skin prickling with goosebumps as Leo's words gained some sort of recognition inside her. "Leo, please -" The knot in her throat thickened, her vision blurring with fresh - sprung tears, warm against her cheeks, "- you're hurting me right now - please - I don't want to die, I like - really, really don't want to die -" She could still feel his hand on the back of her head, even as he dropped it - a sharp inhale turning into a wavering sob; she couldn't control her breath, or the way her chest rose and fell in fear - the hyperventilation that shook at her shoulders. She didn't want to die - not like this, not by the hands of someone she thought she knew like the back of her own hand; not by Leo. Late nights in a too fast car flying down the empty roads, pills shared in the middle of the club - tongue pressed to tongue - just a floor above them, his face hung in several different photos. All smiling, laughing - happy. This wasn't the Leo she knew - this wasn't the Leo in those photos, this wasn't him. It couldn't be him, it couldn' - Saige let out a gasp as his hands encased her throat, as his thumbs pressed into the soft spot of her throat, where he'd kissed so many times before - right there, please - her hands grasping at his wrists, as if she could pry his hands away from her. As if she could stop him from killing her. She could see it clearly now, the look in his eyes; the desperation, stark against blue specks - once as bright as the sky above them. "Leo -" she choked out, "- stop, stop - you don't have to -" Between her tears, the sobs - and the pressure against her throat, she could barely breathe. Couldn't even catch her breath - couldn't even think. Her dad would be disappointed in her - all those years of militant punishment for nothing. She couldn't even protect herself against a clear threat - she should've known right away. She should've known better, she should've - done better, been better - "- Stop!" Her foot swung against Leo's shin, once, twice - three times, hands clawing at whatever she could; the neck of his shirt, his cheeks - once plump, once full - anything she could reach from an arm's length away.

Leo felt bad - Saige could save face as good as anyone he knew, but he could still hear the shake in her voice, feel it in her touch. She was brave, and she was tougher than most people gave her credit for. They were similar in the way they grew up, but somewhere down the line there’d become a glaring difference. Leo didn’t know where he’d gone wrong that made him this way now - but it wasn’t something he had the energy to fight against anymore. He barely had enough energy to clutch onto Saige as it was, but adrenaline made him tremble just as hard while keeping her pressed tight to him. His whole body reacted to hearing someone else say it - that Finn had died. It wasn’t something Leo avoided facing, they talked about it all the time. But Saige said it with so much nonchalance - the sky’s blue, the grass is green, Finn’s dead. “I know.” He said through gritted teeth, hand on the back of her head clamping tighter - practically trying to absorb her. Leo had always felt a deep protectiveness of Saige and it rang true now, wanting this to be okay, for everything to go right. He didn’t plan on losing her - she’d be mad at him maybe at first, but then when she understood it’d be okay. She’d forgive him - she’d get it. “Saige - you don’t know what you’re talking about. I do - okay? I do.” In the few moments Saige had started to panic, Leo could feel his energy deplete. Serotonin leaving the station weeks ago but only catching up to him then, squeezing his eyes shut to damper the heat that welled behind them. She was going to make this hard - and he didn’t want to hurt her. But she had to make this so fucking hard. “I don’t have to - I don’t have to hurt you, nothing has to - You don’t know!” Patience as worn as a deeply loved shirt - thin and coming to an end. Leo only pulled Saige out of his grip, finally, so he could grab at her collarbones, thumbs pressing into the fragile dip below her throat. “You said you trust me - so trust me! Don’t - do this. Don’t fuck this up, Jesus Christ, Saige -.” Frustration clear now, Leo had gone from cooing over her to admonishing her. Stern teacher ready to whack her over the hand with a rule for speaking out of turn - Leo tried to remind himself that she just didn’t understand where he was coming from. She would, but it was hard to keep his head on his shoulders in the meantime. Squeezing at her throat with careful precision because - it was important that this get done right. He could still try even if she had her qualms about it. “Don’t - be scared. I’ve got you. It’ll be okay - it’ll be fine, just trust me.”

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( @puzzleflesh )

Bowling wasn't her idea; florescent lights bouncing off of once - neon carpeting turned muddy from traction and spillage; the blood and tears of bowling teams to and fro' - their dreams of championship displayed on the surrounding walls. Their portraits, their group photos midst - celebration staring at her, their unwavering gazes worse than the too - wide, too - toothed smiling women adorning her dentist's office. The drinks were Saige's idea - a distraction from how unsettled she'd felt; not just from the still, watchful gazes of Marina's pro - bowling teams of past and present, but from the events of the past week - of the presence so suddenly known to her, reeling her back to a reality she avoided more often than not. She flittered around their lane - head still a swarm of thoughts as she half - heartedly earned strikes and splits, unable to remain seated - or still - for a single moment as she spoke amongst friends; not really there, but smiling and laughing all the same - an autopilot mechanism like the spun key of an automaton. Bowling ball in hand, and her wavering form attempting a steady stance as she readied her position - the gears present throughout Saige's body seized and sputtered as she tossed her head back to laugh at something said; her flickering gaze locking onto a set of eyes all - too familiar, not perched against the yellowing walls with the rest of the photographs - but mere yards away. A set of eyes so dark, so bearing - she'd transcended several planes, sheared her mortal flesh from her bones; threw up, just a little bit, inside her mouth from the most sudden of nerves - the bowling ball slipped from her hands, and directly onto her foot. "Fuck -" loud enough to turn several heads - Saige crouched into the sudden pain, the warmth radiating from where the ball had dropped; fuck - if she broke her foot, could she still model tits - out at Vi's show? "M'fine -" she muttered back towards the muffled tones of whoever'd come to assist her - swatting at their hands as she attempted to rise up herself. "- Fuck's sake - oh, this is going to be - so unsexy -" Crumpled once more as soon as she'd gone steady, a bruised tailbone added to the quick - swell of her foot on her long list of stupid injuries.

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"Why's everyone, like - such a cunt?" Voiced aloud, her gaze fixated on endlessly scrolling the group chat before sliding her phone across the floor - far, far away from her. Saige rarely took anything serious; preferred to live life lusciously, let the water run off her back - hide everything that ever bothered her - but even still, she couldn't imagine saying anything that'd been said in the group chat. Barely could offer words of comfort - she'd never seen Kasi so distraught, and it scared her; shock still not quite worn off on herself. "I - I got you," It's the most Saige can offer - reaching for her purse and dumping the contents onto the ground besides her. Bottles and bottles of the nips that'd been offered; liquor none of what'd been in the bottles originally, instead refilled throughout the night - as many times as she'd approach the bar. Poppers - half a dozen random pills, a half - smoked joint and her trusty vape; Saige shoved those back into her purse before handing Kasi a random miniature bottle. "I think that one's, like - rum? I don't know - I feel like... alcoholic Willy Wonka right now."

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She doesn't think she has any more tears left to cry. Ever since she's heard, all the brunette had done was allow her tears to continue to spill over — hardly saying a word to her best friend. Not at the festival, not in the car home, not now. She's surprised that Saige even bothered to come along with her ( dealing with Kasi as she broke down couldn't have been the easiest thing to do ) but the brunette appreciates it. More than anything. Being alone after what happened to Daniela was the very last thing she wanted.

‟I, uh .. I have wine if you want a drink or something,” she said, voice low as she wipes at her face. As if by removing the stained trails would be enough to make all of this go away. ‟I think that's all I have. Which fucking sucks because all I want is to get shit-faced right now.” Blacked out with hopes of putting this night to an end faster than what she could do sober.

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"It's like - keep going like, one direction - right?" Saige nearly stumbled over her own two feet - giggle arising in her throat, hand clutched tight in the other's, "Ten? I think we can do, like - five - if we run super fast."

"C'mon, there's a trick to mazes!" Andi grins, eyes flashing in the dark as she grabs the other person's hand. "What do you say? I bet we can make it out in less than ten minutes flat!"

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She'd never been good with grief - a body so filled with love that it practically overflowed from her and spilled onto others; when grief struck - it turned it all to poison, and all the love that consumed her turned to grief instead. She'd never been good at turning off that part of her - or even coping with it; at least in a healthy manner. Her eyes flickered up from where they'd previously been glued; the stark - white of the hospital's flooring, desperate to make some sort of shape where there'd been none to begin with - her mind far and distant. "Thanks -" Saige still managed a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes - or her cheeks, really; more of a grimace than anything else, hands drawing the bottle of water near her chest and holding it there. Makeshift comfort - if she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was a stuffed animal, and that she was a kid again - and that none of it was real. It probably would've looked - silly, to the man in front of her, though - so she didn't, swallowing back her nerves before speaking up again. " - do I look that bad? There goes - the whole, um - point of a tan." It was an attempt at lightheartedness - but nothing felt light about her in that moment. "I actually, um - I've only been here a few hours, uh - d'you know - Mido? Um - we call him Mido, but his - his name's Mourad. He's one of the, uh - victims. He's -" He's the one who won't wake up, or can't - or something. None of it made sense to Saige. " - sleeping, right now. He'll wake up soon, probably - right? You're - a doctor, you can like, tell these things - right?"

marina general hospital w/ open to everyone

In the aftermath that followed the tragedy of New Years Eve, the days seemed to effortlessly bleed into nights as time passed on. The day had never been a pleasant one for the trauma surgeon given it marked the anniversary of his twin sisters death nevertheless, it wasn't uncommon for him to find himself working through it. This year had been different however, a decision he quickly led to regret as he quickly came to spend more time in the walls and corridors of the hospital than the confines of his own home. Noting a figure that too had lurked the hallways he came to a stop before them, extending bottle of water in their direction. "I'd say you've looked better but I'd rather ask when the last time was you slept, or ate a meal that wasn't from the excuse of a cafe downstairs?"

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It was a trap that Saige fell under often; someone subpar with a twinkle in their eye mistaken for genuine interest - not noticing the way they lick their lips at her like she's nothing more but meat, wounded and ready for the killing strike. It was a trap she practically jumped into; echoes of I can fix him - he'll be different for me; he can love me - can't he? - different variations of the same damaged person, a person who'll never care for Saige like the way she does others. "What?" Saige blinked at confusion - the interruption not unwelcomed by any means - genuine in the way she was suddenly lost, eyes only widening as the scene unfolded in front of her. What could've - and maybe should've - been panic turned to amusement, her hands clapping together, "Yeah! Fuck, like - off!" A laugh trailing after her as Paul - his name, apparently - held his wrist in pain and she scampered off with Freya; stumbling over each step like a bad game of hopscotch. "That was, like - so hot, I feel like - honored? Like you've just, like - jousted the enemy knight like, right in the abdomen. Clean shot - oh, ew," Zero survival instinct in this state - Saige only crinkled her nose, hands landing atop Freya's shoulders. "You're, like - so real, Freya - you like, saved me a whole - everything. Imagine me having to go on a fucking, like - anti fungal, 'cos of him? I'd be sexless for like - a week! Or like - two, or like - however long it takes. I would've died." Insensitive for the times - drunk ( er ) Saige didn't care. "No, like - my nose is all like - fucked, right now. Can't smell a thing - wow. D'you think it would've, like - taken over me, like the fucking, um - weird zombie things in that one video game? Cockless and brainless." It took her a moment to shift topics - to register the question asked, a hand waved dismissively in response. "I'm like - totally fine. It was just a few drinks, what time is it, like - anyways? I can't drive you home Freya. I'm like - blitzed out. And I think I lost my keys."

The threadbare DUKE-ensigned sweatshirt did nothing to combat the chill, although the worst was felt against irritated nostrils, which had already bled out twice. Remembrance from last night’s shenanigans. Freya watched ahead of her, with some interest, although it could barely be surmised from her features, standstill and bored. She watched as Paul peered upon Saige with hungry eyes, formerly deflated ego now taking on a touch of faux-chivalry. Lucky man — prey trapped with no work on his end. It’s not like Freya had anything better to do. Faulty reasoning given as to why she pushed herself up from against the wall to walk in between the pair. “You promised me a ride home, fucker,” she admonished Saige, lips curled back with crinkled nose on display for Paul. “You can fuck off.” Not taken kindly as he began to encroach, profanities mixed in with drunken protest. Freya grabbed the lit cigarette from Saige’s hands, pressed the glowing end against his bare, pale wrist. Within the space of time it took for the cartoon-like, wolfish 'YEOWCH' to leave his lips, Freya had already dragged Saige down the road and around the corner.  She wasn’t one to reprimand and lecture. “He’s not cut, which is fine, but he doesn’t clean. Cock has fungal colonies growing in and around it. Putrid. Surprised his moldy cheese aroma didn’t clue you in. You must be fucking out of it, huh? Too many Bellinis?”

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With a quick stagger forward - Saige just barely caught the pumpkin in her hands; laugh quick to leave her as her eyes found the one - eyed pumpkin's. "Oh my god - it's, like - absolute carnage over here." She stepped over the remains of one of the many pumpkins, "This is like - so sick. Do I just like - stand right here? I was more of a, like - volleyball kind of girl - are you batting? Should I, like - go easy on you?" The pumpkin was light in her hands - considering most of its insides had already been scooped out, the face smiling back to her as she got into position, desperately trying to remember how Alice Cullen pitched in the first Twilight movie.

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Another sharp crack, and the pumpkin exploded in an array of goop. Glasses raised and a cheer erupted among the group as the runner took to the makeshift plates. "You're fucking late!" Tyler tossed a small pumpkin up at the familiar face, trusting that they'd catch it. "You're up at pitch," the half-shattered pumpkin that sat atop his head was missing one eye and all of it's mouth, "Hopefully you've got a better arm than this dickhead."