#( sage teller ) / harlowe brenner.

[harlcwes]

          harlowe  grins  even  wider  if  that’s  possible  ,  pleased  to  see  their  friend  .  “  you  know  i’d  be  willing  to  give  you  an  exclusive  interview  anytime  ,  ”  they  jest  .  but  there’s  truth  to  their  words  .  sage  is  probably  one  of  the  few  people  harlowe  felt  truly  comfortable  around  when  it  came  to  discussing  ultraviolet’s  music  .  and  that’s  in  part  due  to  the  level  of  trust  and  respect  they  held  for  him  .  “  anyway  ,  you  catch  any  other  sets  yet  or  were  you  waiting  until  the  evening  just  to  see  little  ol’  me  to  perform  ?  ”

sage will always catch an ultraviolet gig if he has the chance. their high - energy style contagious as ever, he's buzzing as their performance ends, and he doesn't even notice that he's actually blocking their exit until he and harlowe nearly collide. "oh, no, that was me," he insists, quickly falling in to step with the musician. the suggestion that he might actually be going up on that stage almost makes him laugh. "no," he deadpans instead, "i used my press pass to get back here. figure i should at least try and look like i'm actually here to get a post - gig interview."

[allinmymincl]

sage is certain that, like him, harlowe actually knows there's a so - called ' right way ' to hold a teacup ( although he's unsure if they were forced into etiquette classes as a kid or somehow managed to dodge it like he did ), but he shrugs. "if you don't know if there's a right way to hold a teacup, then what makes you think that keeping my pinky up while i hold mine would be seen as ' prim and proper ' ? " he arches a brow, but finds it difficult to pretend that his inquiry is serious. he doesn't care about tea parties, or what's considered proper at tea parties — but, he doesn't mind tea itself, and harlowe is sort of funny, enough to put a half - smirk on his face. "so what you're saying is that i'm less rebellious than a bunch of old ladies ? 'cause this ... " liquid sloshes over the lip of his cup as he brandishes it at harlowe. it slops onto the table, and probably onto his pants. he doesn't really care. " ... just tea." sage almost tips his head back and groans when they manage to bring up a topic he does care about. sort of. indirectly. "at least they decided to skip the live orchestra playing covers of shitty pop songs," he offers, "the list of things that would ruin a good time faster than being forced to listen to a violin cover of an xavier kent song only has one thing on it, and it's being forced to listen to a violin cover of a paige yoon song."

         laughter  bubbles  up  at  his  comment  .  “  is  there  even  a  right  way  to  hold  up  a  tea  cup  ?  ”  technically  yes  but  harlowe  doesn’t  care  about  the  etiquette  of  that  .  it’s  not  like  they’re  meeting  the  royal  family  or  whatever  .  “  y’know  what  ,  i  think  you  need  to  keep  your  pinky  up  .  that’ll  really  show  that  you’re  prim  and  proper  .  ”  they’ll  joke  .  truthfully  ,  they  just  don’t  care  if  they’re  going  to  be  the  topic  of  conversation  .  harlowe’s  managed  to  keep  their  private  life  exactly  what  it  is  .  private  .  so  they’ll  let  others  continue  to  speculate  .  at  sage’s  admission  ,  they  can’t  help  but  shoot  their  friend  a  sympathetic  smile  .  “  then  it’s  clear  that  their  lives  are  VERY  shallow  .  ”  they  place  the  teacup  down  on  the  saucer  with  a  loud  clink  .  “  like  you  said  ,  aesthetics  .  ”  they  chuckle  .  “  but  i  have  a  feeling  most  people  aren’t  here  for  the  tea  anyways  .  i’m  pretty  sure  more  than  half  the  old  ladies  here  have  spike  their  tea  with  some  gin  .  ”  or  sipping  on  gin  straight  .  “  i  will  say  this  event  does  feel  very  . . .  bridgerton  .  ”

[allinmymincl]

sage almost grins. shadowing ultraviolet over several tour stops had been his first ' big ' assignment when he first started out in the music journalism field, and harlowe was the first musician who had ever sat down for a one - on - one interview with him who hadn't agreed to it as a favor to his dad. "it would be unethical for me to interview you professionally now that we're friends." he claims harlowe as a friend with rare ease. "i've caught a few other sets, but i don't know where i'm heading next. got any plans for the rest of the day yet ? "

          harlowe  grins  even  wider  if  that’s  possible  ,  pleased  to  see  their  friend  .  “  you  know  i’d  be  willing  to  give  you  an  exclusive  interview  anytime  ,  ”  they  jest  .  but  there’s  truth  to  their  words  .  sage  is  probably  one  of  the  few  people  harlowe  felt  truly  comfortable  around  when  it  came  to  discussing  ultraviolet’s  music  .  and  that’s  in  part  due  to  the  level  of  trust  and  respect  they  held  for  him  .  “  anyway  ,  you  catch  any  other  sets  yet  or  were  you  waiting  until  the  evening  just  to  see  little  ol’  me  to  perform  ?  ”

[allinmymincl]

sage will always catch an ultraviolet gig if he has the chance. their high - energy style contagious as ever, he's buzzing as their performance ends, and he doesn't even notice that he's actually blocking their exit until he and harlowe nearly collide. "oh, no, that was me," he insists, quickly falling in to step with the musician. the suggestion that he might actually be going up on that stage almost makes him laugh. "no," he deadpans instead, "i used my press pass to get back here. figure i should at least try and look like i'm actually here to get a post - gig interview."

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          ultraviolet  had  just  barely  concluded  their  encore  .  harlowe  lets  out  a  carefree  laugh  as  they  pull  their  bandmates  into  a  group  hug  .  sending  off  one  last  wave  to  the  audience  ,  the  group  makes  their  exit  .  there’s  just  something  about  performing  that  gives  them  a  rush  .  they  make  their  way  down  from  the  stage  ,  nearly  bumping  into  someone  as  they  reach  the  last  step  .  “  whoa  !  my  bad  .  ”  side  steps  [  your  muse  ]  .  “  you  up  next  or  just  trying  to  catch  one  of  my  band  members  for  a  quick  selfie  ?  ”  they  playfully  tease  .

[harlcwes]

         laughter  bubbles  up  at  his  comment  .  “  is  there  even  a  right  way  to  hold  up  a  tea  cup  ?  ”  technically  yes  but  harlowe  doesn’t  care  about  the  etiquette  of  that  .  it’s  not  like  they’re  meeting  the  royal  family  or  whatever  .  “  y’know  what  ,  i  think  you  need  to  keep  your  pinky  up  .  that’ll  really  show  that  you’re  prim  and  proper  .  ”  they’ll  joke  .  truthfully  ,  they  just  don’t  care  if  they’re  going  to  be  the  topic  of  conversation  .  harlowe’s  managed  to  keep  their  private  life  exactly  what  it  is  .  private  .  so  they’ll  let  others  continue  to  speculate  .  at  sage’s  admission  ,  they  can’t  help  but  shoot  their  friend  a  sympathetic  smile  .  “  then  it’s  clear  that  their  lives  are  VERY  shallow  .  ”  they  place  the  teacup  down  on  the  saucer  with  a  loud  clink  .  “  like  you  said  ,  aesthetics  .  ”  they  chuckle  .  “  but  i  have  a  feeling  most  people  aren’t  here  for  the  tea  anyways  .  i’m  pretty  sure  more  than  half  the  old  ladies  here  have  spike  their  tea  with  some  gin  .  ”  or  sipping  on  gin  straight  .  “  i  will  say  this  event  does  feel  very  . . .  bridgerton  .  ”

he pauses before he can even take a sip, comically tiny cup of ironic sage tea held aloft as his gaze follows the direction in which harlowe nods. he is, of course, unsurprised that they're not being very subtle. "nah." sage would've waved a dismissive hand if he was a more expressive person. and if he hadn't also taken a hit of the now extinguished half - smoked joint in his jacket pocket on the elevator ride to the roof. "they're looking at me 'cause i'm totally holding this teacup the wrong way." sage showed harlowe his awkward grip on the small cup as though it proved him right. truth is, he knows they're looking at harlowe, and he wouldn't be surprised if they were a popular topic of gossip at this event, especially among the judgy older women crowd. at first he only shrugs at their question, the noncommittal response his notorious go - to whenever he's asked anything along the lines of ' are you having fun ? ' "i'm definitely being judged," he confirms. news of the whole ... rejected proposal incident was like christmas morning for the same group that was now critiquing harlowe's outfit from across the party. it seems he's never living that one down. anyways. "seriously, what's with these tiny teacups ? this is, like, three sips max. the need for aesthetic perfection overruling the need for basic functionality is, as always, a fucking travesty." the mini - rant unsurprisingly answers his own question.

[allinmymincl]

he pauses before he can even take a sip, comically tiny cup of ironic sage tea held aloft as his gaze follows the direction in which harlowe nods. he is, of course, unsurprised that they're not being very subtle. "nah." sage would've waved a dismissive hand if he was a more expressive person. and if he hadn't also taken a hit of the now extinguished half - smoked joint in his jacket pocket on the elevator ride to the roof. "they're looking at me 'cause i'm totally holding this teacup the wrong way." sage showed harlowe his awkward grip on the small cup as though it proved him right. truth is, he knows they're looking at harlowe, and he wouldn't be surprised if they were a popular topic of gossip at this event, especially among the judgy older women crowd. at first he only shrugs at their question, the noncommittal response his notorious go - to whenever he's asked anything along the lines of ' are you having fun ? ' "i'm definitely being judged," he confirms. news of the whole ... rejected proposal incident was like christmas morning for the same group that was now critiquing harlowe's outfit from across the party. it seems he's never living that one down. anyways. "seriously, what's with these tiny teacups ? this is, like, three sips max. the need for aesthetic perfection overruling the need for basic functionality is, as always, a fucking travesty." the mini - rant unsurprisingly answers his own question.

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WHO :  harlowe  &  your  muse

WHERE :  garden  tea  party  ,  the  winter  garden

         they  hide  their  smirk  by  sipping  on  some  tea  .  eyes  roll  as  they  feel  the  disapproval  oozing  out  from  the  small  group  of  older  society  women  .  and  while  a  garden  party  is  probably  the  last  place  anyone  would  expect  them  to  be  ,  it  was  all  the  more  reason  for  harlowe  to  show  up  .  “  i’m  getting  the  feeling  that  they  don’t  like  that  i’m  here  ,  ”  harlowe  comments  to  [  your  muse  ]  .  head  nods  to  point  to  the  group  of  women  .  “  i  overheard  one  of  them  say  that  my  outfit  is  not  spring  enough   . . .  whatever  that  means  .  ”  looks  over  to  the  group  and  waves  .  “  judgy  older  women  aside  ,  are  you  having  fun  or  being  judged  too  ?  ”