` the challenge begins }}

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ｍａｓｏｎ ａｎｄ ｓａｉｇｅ

Scribbling down things furiously with a pencil, he tried to concentrate as he 'worked', oblivious to his surroundings. His heartbeat was fast though there was really no reason for it to be, since nothing was really happening. Not right now, at least. Not yet. He thought. He was so focused on his work that nothing could disturb him; he got like this sometimes. Overly fixated on something, and most of the time it didn't happen when he was doing something super important. Right now, in his mind, this was important. Important to stop from happening. To stop it, he had to plan. That was alright. He was good at planning, especially when on his focus-energy-concentration spikes. That's what Saige called them.

Deciding to push her from his mind before she overwhelmed his focused thoughts, he continued writing and drawing quickly. She was better at drawing than he was; wayy way better. She sketched all the time, and she was so talented at almost everything it was scary. But little diagrams were essential (to him) for some parts of this. 'This'. That's an extremely loose word for what he was doing. He didn't want to get into the details right now.

He became so distracted/focused (Doesn't seem like they would go together, right? Well, they went hand in hand in this case.) that the tiny click! he heard was like something you would sort-of see in the very edge of your vision, but you can't really see it. He didn't hear the teeny-tiny-almost-silent footsteps. He didn't hear the little cough. He didn't hear the sound of someone or something sitting down quietly, perching, ready for flight on his coffee table. And, of course, he hadn't heard the sound of someone or something leaning forward and tilting their head to get a better look.

"What are you doing?" A sweet voice asked quietly.

He nearly had a heart attack, jumping out of his seat and yelling, "Aah!" quickly, rushing to cover his papers. A petite girl looked at him with wide, pale green eyes, appearing very confused. "N-nothing! Just.. work." He stuttered, running a hand through his black hair. If she had a even a hint of sassiness she would have raised an eyebrow at him, but Saige? 'Attitude' was foreign to her. He was convinced that girl was the calmest person on planet Earth. Scratch that, the whole galaxy. She was at least the most peaceful person he had ever met and ever would meet. She simply looked at him with concern and ran a finger through her light brown hair, cut into a slightly short bob, a habit of hers. "Are you sure?" She asked questioningly. He blinked. "Uh, yeah.. just work, heh heh." He said nervously, forcing a small smile. "Caan I see it?" A harmless question that would cause so many more questions. She offered him an angelic smile and his chest became constricted by a snake for a few moments. No biggie, just a boa constrictor in my chest. Been in there for a while now.

"Uhm, no," He said bluntly, before swiftly adding, "Sorry." She folded her hands in her lap, swinging her bare feet. "Why not?" God, did she have to be so innocent? Did she have to ask these impossible questions? "Because.. because." He stated simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Smoothing down her coral shorts, she stepped off the coffee table and over to him. "Can I see it ever? Or am I never-ever-ever allowed to look at it." She asked, starting to sort of massage his shoulder. He gritted his teeth for a moment. "You can see it.. when I'm finished, yeah. How's that?" He suggested, trying to ignore her touch. He craned his neck to look at her, and she stopped (thank goodness) smiling tenderly. "Okay, then. I'll just sit here and wait for you to be finished."

She turned, swerved around the coffee table and plopped onto a mahogany armchair. He gulped. He hadn't been expecting her to stay, and he almost told her to leave (please?) but refrained. He wrote things down slowly and carefully, making sure he was positioned in a way so she couldn't see the papers. It wasn't like she'd be able to read them from across the room, but she might be able to figure out once seeing it that this was not just work. He thought (more like hoped) that she would get too bored eventually and say 'get me when you're done, okay?' and leave, but that would be too easy. Plus, she was patient. He was too. He could be slow. Juuust you wait.

"Mason," She called after (about) an hour, twenty-three minutes and forty-eight seconds. "Are you finished yet?" Hope filled his body that she was bored and would leave. "Uh, not yet." He said, trying to not sound guilty. "Almost finished?" He sighed and swiveled around to look at her. "No." She yawned. "How much longer are you going to work for? It's getting late. You should do the rest tomorrow." She said innocently. "I want to keep working. You can go to bed, if you want." He suggested like it was no big deal. "Hmm," She seemed to think about it. "No, I'll stay." He nearly groaned. Instead, he turned around and continued slowly writing things down.

After a while, it got pitch-black outside, and he decided to finish working on plans for the evening. She had asked him again twice, but he started putting it away. "I'm finished now, Saige. Do you absolutely have to see it?" He mumbled tiredly, before getting out of his chair to see her peacefully asleep on the armchair. He couldn't help it. He smiled. Walking over to her, he lifted her from her seat and carried her out his office, up the stairs and to their room. He slipped her into the blankets. "Soon," He murmured, pecking her nose. She stirred, whispering a lazy, "I love you." and reaching her head up to place a tiny kiss upon his lips before being conquered by sleep again. "You'll find out soon." He concluded painfully.


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[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

FUN FACT: that super focusy stuff is called hyperfocus and it's a side effect of ADHD :DD
ok getting that out of the way
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they-
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I ship it.
They're so cute
and I want to know more about themmm
especially at the end Im like
ooo
change of tone
what's gonnA HAPPEN
... don't mind me
just a fangirling stalker intrigued enthusiast

[abeille]

i second captain omg.
they're adorable. the ship has sailed.
if you don't include them in another
prompt i'll stalk this thread blubbering
hysterical ugly tears.
don't let me do that pls.

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@captaincookieface wow cool fact i didn't know that
maybe he has ADHD then? :p
you'lL SEE OKAAY??
@civility i won't let you don't worry bby.
i made it like that for a reason and i promise to use them again
i haz an ideas for zem kin da
@bothofyou you guys are the besttt ugh
#maige #xachary #moliver so far
more will come shhh
and they will all be back again i'm sure too

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

... oh god I should never have said that on the internet...
maaaaan... Now I'm curious about three pairs of your characters...
but yes we don't want to break the civi -pat pat-
nopenopenope
... dem ship named doe

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Tear tracks stained her face as she hung her head, a small pool of water on the cold floor directly under it. Her body shook as he paced around the room, looking very agitated, frustrated, sad.. everything. He shouldn't be the one looking sad. He had captured her. She had every right to be crying. It didn't help that he had been the only person on the Cenizas side that she didn't despise. In fact, she liked him, and her everything hated herself for it. He seemed to like her, but she wasn't sure if he was pretending or not. They must have chosen her to be taken by him on purpose. What for? Secrets. The Cenizas people were jealous of the Cenizo people. It was as simple as that if you had to summarize it. If you went into detail, you'd find that they wanted the secrets of Cenizo's success. Success with agriculture, food in general, money, fairness, everything. Even the idea that almost everyone in their sector seemed usually quite happy, if only content. It wasn't like the Cenizas was a bad sector, but compared to Cenizo, it had many more sad people. Logan didn't seem to be one of those people, which was.. good. June was one of the happy people in her home, but was more stubborn than anyone there it seemed. She wasn't weak. She was strong. That wasn't a good thing if you wanted answers from someone.

And he had taken her for answers. Her. How perfect. The irony couldn't have just been a coincidence. They must have known that she liked him.

Someone called the lone black phone on one wall. He stopped his pacing and went to pick it up. "Hello? Hi, boss." He said quietly. "No, no answers yet. She's being very difficult. Are you sure we shouldn't try someone else?" He seemed almost hopeful that they would let her go and take someone else, but she assumed that was just her imagining things. She daydreamed. A few times she had tried to convince herself that this was just a dream, just a nightmare, and she'd wake up from it one day in her bed with rays of light yellow sunshine peeking into her room through her window. "Alright, sir. I'll keep trying." He said in a slightly aggravated voice. He put the phone back carefully before letting out a loud scream of impatience suddenly, making her heave a tiny gasp. "He won't let me LEAVE!" He screeched, banging on the walls and basically having a meltdown. His hands pulled at his dark curls before he collapsed onto the ground, back facing her. She let out a sob; her were arms so tired from being tied above her, which must have been a mistake because he turned and stood, staring at her with cold silvery eyes.

It was then that she realized he wasn't allowed out of the room, just like her. There was a small bathroom on one side, a small private bedroom for him on the other side and that was it. The door was locked. Neither of them would come out until she was let go or she gave some answers, and both she doubted would happen.

"WHAT?" He bellowed at her. "Tired you little thing? Hm? I'll let you rest if you tell me SOMETHING!" She tilted her head up to look at him, and her body protested even more, but she kept her honey gaze locked on his. "Something." She spat, before yelping as he pulled on the ropes that bound her arms upwards. "Ah," She whimpered. He let go of them, as if he was aware now that he was hurting her. As if. He didn't care! He didn't like her! She started crying again as he moved behind her, until she felt her arms fall. She sniffled.

What?

She fell to the ground with her arms free and sobbed. "Thank you," She whispered, but he knelt next to her and pulled her up to look at him. Their faces were so close that they shared breaths. His face was turning reddish. "I let your arms down. I helped you. It's time for you to help me." She tried to turn her head away, uncomfortable with the closeness (her face started getting pink) but he held it in place firmly, locking his fingers in her straight brown locks. 'You're going to tell me some answers while you're here." He said in a dangerous voice. "I don't even want to be here!" She screamed, struggling as he decided to come a teeensy-weensy bit closer. "I figured that much." He muttered, and then he made their noses touch ever-so-slightly. "But do you think I DO?!" She struggled harder. "LET ME GO!" She shrieked. "I CAN'T!" He growled, moving his face back. She almost seemed to miss his face there, before throwing up in her brain and screaming at herself. HE TOOK YOU! HE TOOK YOU! YOU'RE NOT HAPPY AT HOME BECAUSE OF HIM! She thought angrily. "You think I wanted to take you here, be trapped in this room with you of all people?" He said hotly, letting go of her and standing. She hesitated before nodding. He let out an angry noise. "NO! I wanted to leave you safe back in Cenizo to live your happy life, let me live mine, let someone else take someone else. We were both selected." She recoiled at this new information. She thought he was lying. "I don't.. why would you want me to have a happy life, huh?! I'm a Cenizo!" She said in a furious yet weak tone, curling up on the ground.

"Because I like you, miss June Moses." He hissed, slapping her and retreating to his room. It looked like he had wanted to kiss her cheek like some sort of prince after slapping her, but he didn't. "Ow." She whimpered as he slammed the door, not yet processing his seven words. The only thing she could think of was 'I like you, too. Well, I think. But I also hate you.' before she started crying once again and doubting everything.


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[abeille]

i just. wow.
holy guacamole type.
it's so dysfunctional but they're perfect. ugh
i cant wait for moreee.
unlike june, i wanna be here.

[casimir]

your style is..
breath taking
ack -gropes for air-
move. toward. the light.

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@civility thank youu ah
i know right? they will have a.. 'complicated' relationship if it happens
it probably will
ohhh so funnyy i see what you did there!
@casimir thank you too aghhdjdhnfjng
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do you need mouth-to-mouth or something or..?
-shines a bright light in face-
is it working?

[casimir]

i dont know man i just might
and i agree with civ.
i ship it hardcore