Mar 17, 2024 14:43:46 GMT
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I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.
Sage Lavigne stared out at the pastures, leaning up against the outside wall of one of the barns while blue eyes rested on a small field with a sole black stallion sitting in it. This morning, had not gone as planned, with taking his new horse out. The young man was rather impressed that he had gotten out of the situation with all of his limbs in tact. Looks like his new job wasn't going to be the only thing that would come with a learning curve, Pointer, his fucking horse, required a learning curve too. No wonder his parents had gifted him the stallion.
A heaving sigh escaped Sage now at the thought, as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box of smokes. He tapped it a few times against the palm of his head, still watching Pointer from across the way. The black stallion looked like he had settled out after this antics this morning between the indoor arena and the hallways of the barn, eating up the spring air and ripping into the grass at his heart's content. He looked like the epitome of calm, unlike how he had been with Sage. No matter though. He'll figure Pointer out like any other horse he had sat on. Despite the antics and excitement, even Sage could tell that he had a potentially good, if not great, prospect on his hands.
Popping the box lid now, he slid out a cigarettes' and put it into his mouth. Next followed his lighter, as he cupped along the end of the cancer stick, lighting it up and taking an deep inhale before exhaling out the smoke. His nerves had long been steadied since talking to Naomi this morning, and dealing with his horse, but that didn't stop him from smoking. He earned it, and it was only 10 am. Sage was half way through his cancer stick now when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye - a girl, leading a horse. While earlier, Sage had left a note on the pasture with Pointer that nobody should put their horse in their unless they wanted a huge vet bill, he decided to just warn her ahead of time, "Hey. Don't put your horse in the field with the black horse with a blaze." Little did he know that his interaction with her wouldn't end there.
→ March 2024
→ EMMA SCARLETT YOUNG
A heaving sigh escaped Sage now at the thought, as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box of smokes. He tapped it a few times against the palm of his head, still watching Pointer from across the way. The black stallion looked like he had settled out after this antics this morning between the indoor arena and the hallways of the barn, eating up the spring air and ripping into the grass at his heart's content. He looked like the epitome of calm, unlike how he had been with Sage. No matter though. He'll figure Pointer out like any other horse he had sat on. Despite the antics and excitement, even Sage could tell that he had a potentially good, if not great, prospect on his hands.
Popping the box lid now, he slid out a cigarettes' and put it into his mouth. Next followed his lighter, as he cupped along the end of the cancer stick, lighting it up and taking an deep inhale before exhaling out the smoke. His nerves had long been steadied since talking to Naomi this morning, and dealing with his horse, but that didn't stop him from smoking. He earned it, and it was only 10 am. Sage was half way through his cancer stick now when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye - a girl, leading a horse. While earlier, Sage had left a note on the pasture with Pointer that nobody should put their horse in their unless they wanted a huge vet bill, he decided to just warn her ahead of time, "Hey. Don't put your horse in the field with the black horse with a blaze." Little did he know that his interaction with her wouldn't end there.
→ March 2024
→ EMMA SCARLETT YOUNG
