[SAGE ASTER LAVIGNE]

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I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.

Rich people were so weird. Maybe that was hypocritical coming from Sage Lavigne, son of two ranked equestrians. But considering he had been chucked away like the troublemaker he had been, and still was to this day, the young man thought he had every right to look at the rich through the lens of an outsider. Speaking of trouble, he hoped he didn't find any tonight, but sometimes, it just had a habit of finding him. It's not that the young man minded, but it could be irritable all the same. It usually came in the form of girls, and their boyfriends, who expected him to fight fair, and no doubt, this graveyard movie night would be littered with them.

Sage couldn't even remember how he heard about this event, it had been exclusive. Probably from some of the snobby riders at Blue Arces. Required tickets and a list and everything, that's why he was hanging out by the back, and would be jumping the fence - six pack and all - to get inside. But he had company tonight, so Sage lingered around, looking as nonchalant as ever waiting for his coworker, maybe it was friend, to arrive. Dusk was settling across Willow Bridge City and its graveyard, no doubt the movie would play when it was dark, but Sage didn't really care. He was more about the thrill of getting into somewhere that he didn't belong verses watching something that the rich and fancy deemed atmospheric for a moonlight night amongst the tomb stones. Right when he pondered if he was going to need a smoke did his blue eyes catch a familiar figure, "And here I thought you were going to chicken out on me." Sage said with a smirk now, finding himself staring at the one and only Dublin de Brun.

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[DUBLIN LIAM DE BRÚN]

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march 22 '24
SAGE ASTER LAVIGNE

Dublin hadn’t exactly planned on breaking. Well, if that was such a thing. It was a graveyard that was being set up for some silly thing. He didn’t know why people paid to sit near dead people when they could do that for free any time of day and such. It didn’t sound like it even benefitted the graveyard itself. Either way, he wasn’t going to give a quid – and Sage Lavigne had the same idea.

The two had hatched a plan to push their luck. While a few people may notice them – Dublin also had the idea to claim to visit a stone if things got hairy. He dressed comfortably, but warm enough if their plan worked – and loose enough to run if caught. Dublin stuffed his backpack with snacks a blanket, and a bouquet to help solidify the story of visiting great-great-grandma.

He left his flat and took his car, parking in the lot of the graveyard. Dublin found Sage and grinned. “You know, I had to make sure the picnic for Great-Great Granny Esmeralda was fitting for her standards,” he joked. “So, do you want to try going in first with a sob story, or are we jumping the fence and dealing with the aftermath of that?”