𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

[saltburntmods]

MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[mygoodsir]

I want to let you, but I'm terrified of what that means.

[viver]

So be terrified. You've had enough of sadness.

[mygoodsir]

I'd rather be happy again.

[viver]

Do you really want to be happy, Harry?

[mygoodsir]

Yes! Of course I do!

Don't you ever miss those days? The good days. I remember them.

[viver]

Stop drinking then. Stop fucking boys who only enjoy your company when your wallet and your dick come out of your pants.

When your mind is clear, come to the forest with me.

[mygoodsir]

Fine.

[viver]

Is it?

[mygoodsir]

I'll stop drinking. It's only made things worse.

[viver]

Prove it to me.

[mygoodsir]

I'm not doing it for you.

[viver]

And?

[mygoodsir]

It doesn't matter.

I suppose you'll see if I manage it.

[viver]

You're not coming with me, then.

[mygoodsir]

You meant right now?



Alright. I can meet you.

[viver]

You're in no state to enter it right now.

When you've cleared your mind. Then you'll be ready.

[ eta: never ]

[mygoodsir]

You're a cryptic bastard, Al.

[viver]

Not that cryptic. [ But a bastard, yes. ] I only tell you what you're prepared to know.

[mygoodsir]

Oh, and you decide when I'm prepared? You? With the emotional intelligence of a radish?

[viver]

Yes, me, Harry.

You don't want to be happy. You don't want to be scared. Anger is the easy way out.

[mygoodsir]

Alaric, I hate being angry. You know that.

[viver]

Why speak to me that way, then?

[mygoodsir]

Because you frustrate me.

You say things about how I'm not ready to take a bloody walk in the woods because my mind in unclear, you seem to do things quite deliberately that you know will upset me, you refuse to just speak plainly 90% of the time. I feel like I'm running after you even now, long after you've left.

I'm miserable.

[viver]

It's not just a walk in the woods. There is something I want you to see. To experience. Something I wish I'd learned before we met.

I ask you to come to me and you say you're terrified. You lament that you're miserable and then try to spread it to me. The only reason I frustrate you is because I'm not the monster you need me to be.

[mygoodsir]

I've never thought you were a monster, Al.

When should I come to you, then? Is there some magic deadline?