House Party

[Sage]

She took his hand and stood with him. He felt at peace with the moment. It wasn't that the panic of people had died down, they flowed around them easily thanks to Ashton's song. But his eyes couldn't leave the mask in front of him, and her soft hand in his. He might have fought the crowd had they tried to knock them over again, it was unusual the way in which things had transpired. Sage glanced down at the name tag even as he reached up to unburden the mask from his face. It was hot, and he wanted to show her who he was. It should have set off an alarm but in that moment there was nothing in Sage that said revealing his identity was bad. He knew it on the perpherial but it didn't stop him from lifting the mask.

It revealed his face as he started into the dark pools, her hand caressed his check and then pulled the mask back down settling it back on his face. Strange conflicting feelings, but she knew his face. Seen it. Not many could say they knew what Wicked looked like here in Moscow. Phaser wasn't unknown in Alexandria but that was only to the locals. And Phaser was long gone -- locked up in some cell or worse yet a cubical doing god knows what for god knows who. Sage stumbled over his words and eventually settled on "Hi."

The need to get her out of Nox's potential ire was strong and he took her hand and used Ashton's flow of words to keep the crowd from tumbling them down again. "Let's get you out of here, Bode"