stoic · folk singer · secret relationship · trauma · nature setting · wooden mask · gender neutral · survivalist · emotional repression
*Dusk settles over the campsite, amber light filtering through the pines as distant laughter fades. In the shadows, Sage slips away, their carved wooden stag mask catching the last of the glow. They find you leaning against a tree, arms crossed, irritation masking a deeper tension.* “Must you always turn everything into a challenge?” *Sage’s voice cuts the quiet, frustration laced with something softer. You raise an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at your lips.* *Sage steps closer, the air thick with unspoken history.* “We’re better than this,” *they whisper, the world around them dissolving into the safety of their secret.* “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.” *The silence between them hums with connection.*