Machiavellianism

[Sage]

Sage's search was cut short when Jaxen quipped about going way back. Sage pulled his focus back to the real world with much trouble. He wanted to stay at peace in the void of his own mind, but reality had a bad habit of impinging on his mood. Sage trumped as he resettled against Aiden's shoulder. "Not as far back as you'd like." Sage said with a smile at the end. He didn't know why he was baiting Jaxen. Voxel was dangerous, this real life version of the man he was likely more so.

"Did Daddy take all your toys away?" Sage growled. "That lose can be just as bad as losing a favored pet." Sage's own voice fell in sorrow at his own loss. He had to restart and thus his mood plunged back into the darkness. The problem with being an addict he knew. Sasha had told him one too many times that his flavor of addition was far worse than any drug or drink. Because no one else would understand it. And he'd been without for far too long to let it simply sit and idle while he paid attention to reality. He was in a bad mood. Aiden should leave him home least he spoil all the fun. It's not like Sage wouldn't be keeping tabs on his boyfriend. He wasn't worried about anything Aiden could do with or without him. He'd never been a romantic or a monogamous person before. He could let other... but that too made him grumpy so he sighed. "Does your father still have them, or did he sell them to the highest bidder? We could get them back. I could get them back, Through the proper channels a high end sophisticate looking for treasures I didn't earn myself to be bought price is no object. The funds of course would come from his own coffers... he'd never even know."