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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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[preborns]

idle hands are the devils playground, so says my sweet sister.

you should occupy yours, i think. but to know best how, i must see what you're wearing 😘

surpisingly only slightly? nsfw link

[temporicide]

I'm being shockingly lazy this morning

Which does make for idle hands. I can give you video proof of exactly how I'd keep them occupied
But only at your direction. You do know best, and sometimes I get spoiled for choice.

[preborns]

sweet girl 💓 i would never dream of giving you too broad a choice

such a lovely nightdress, too...start with seeing which is softer, the fabric or that silky skin of your thighs.

[temporicide]

Right now my thighs are winning. But there's parts of them that are interrupted. A scar. It always surprises people when they see it.

Secret places are the best places to keep surprises.

[preborns]

i love suprises. i love the way they feel, the way they taste.

i think i'd enjoy tasting yours again. i remember that surprise of yours, in the back of that cab in miami. do you?

[temporicide]

I don't think I'll ever forget. My body remembers, too. I remember the light through the window. The neon coming in from the street and the color on your hair.

I remember laughing. The driver was shy. You were wonderful.

[preborns]

show me you remembering, then
show me how your body recalls

i can taste it, but not quite see it
perhaps i need a reminder.

nsfw link

[temporicide]

Me remembering you. And Miami.

[ The attached image comes seconds later. (She is, for a thrilling and strange second, dangling on the precipice of shy. It's different when the person knows her reactions and expressions well. More revealing, and in that capacity, maybe even better.) ]

[preborns]

[it is different -- the soft sigh alia lets out is pure fondness, familiarity, well-acquainted with the brush of her pouting lips against all that lovely bare skin, albeit hazy with too many shots, too much liquor poured from mouth to mouth. clear-headed, she feels more like she's appreciating a fine painting -- renoir, raphael, someone famed for capturing humanity in glowy-soft smudgy realism.]

there's my lovely girl. 🥰
do you need some help recalling? i could wash your back, if you'd like.

[temporicide]

[ The truth is memory has bloomed in her mind's eye like a dozen roses, but no matter how many times Roza replays past events: the real thing is undeniably the best.

Her text comes quick, as evidence of her eagerness: ]

Not only do I need it, I want that very much. There's just enough room in here for us two.

[preborns]

sweet girl. i must steal down the halls as silent as a mouse.

a mouse in only a dressing gown and paul's slippers.
keep the water warm for me?

[temporicide]

Like it's our little secret.

I will. And the door will be unlocked.

[ In fact, a wet footpath forms where Roza darts, naked and sudsy, from the bath to the front door and back, just to double-check that there's no barrier to entry. The air feels thrice as chilly, making her shiver. Sliding back into hot water feels like a mercy, and she lowers herself all the way to her chin, like some kind of bathtub mermaid. ]

[preborns]

[it’s a good thing roza is so sprightly, so swift, because no sooner has she sank back into the steamy water than alia appears, swinging open the door and letting it thunk hard against the wall (sorry alicent), as she bounds along the path of suds. as promised, she’s wearing something short and silky and scarcely covering, the tie around her waist loosening with every step until she shrugs it off, leaving a pile of white satin like a shed chrysalis.

equally unhesitating, alia climbs right into the tub, shivering luxuriously at the heat of the water, the bubbles, the warmth of roza spread out beneath her, veiled by the suds. grinning, beaming, alia ducks to kiss the corner of roza’s mouth, her nose, her chin where the water laps at it, spreading out like a blanket atop her.]

Hello~ [cooed, sweet as sugar, punctuated by kisses and her hands stealing to traverse the hidden curves and contours of bare skin beneath the water.] I’ve missed you, sweet girl.

[temporicide]

[ By the time Alia has stripped herself of her pretty delicates, Roza is kneeling in the bathtub, bare from the midsection up, leaning forward to receive her. She reclines to make sure there's room for entry, although it swiftly becomes unnecessary, as Alia makes a bed of her; she greets her welcome guest with a wet hand light and dripping at the side of Alia's face, tracing the shape of jawline and cheekbone. Bathwater drips everywhere, the persistent foam of bubbles sweet and very faintly scented like the summer lilac; its remnants will tie the two of them together for some time. ]

I missed you, too. I thought about you.

[ Those little kisses cover her like freckles, very quickly teasing out Roza's impulsive want for another. At the tail end of them she captures Alia's mouth in one that lasts long enough to draw some soft and indecipherable sound from Roza's throat, high-toned, satisfied. A lock of hair feathers gently between her fingertips. She skirts the other hand down to the small of Alia's back, the two of them making casually-drawn maps of one another. Every movement, no matter how small, creates its own ripple, bathwater beholden to their clinch. ]

You know, we could get into a lot of trouble this summer.

[ There's the Maldives, the Dalmatian Coast, the French Riviera, a million other places, but nowhere but Saltburnt has brought her sense of play so firmly to the forefront. Roza can think of no one better with whom to engage it. ]

[preborns]

We could. [sweet, warmed by the steaming water, shifting so the silky-smooth brush of belly to belly, breast to breast, can send delighted shivers down the line of alia’s spine, chasing after the tease of roza’s fingers. she sighs aloud, hair wet-tipped, brushing her face as she kisses once more, this time to the corner fo roza’s mouth.]

We should. [with more conviction, more firmly, one hand affectionately cupping roza’s chin, before it slips underwater to find the swell of her breast, slipping between their bodies.] We owe it to ourselves. And, ah, the world?

[thoughtful, squirming to settle her legs, one on either side of roza’s thigh, bringing the petaly softness of her cunt to settle against the smooth length of it.] Yes, to the world. To be as troublesome as they all expect.

[a serious nod, another kiss. a squirm, a squeeze of her long, silky legs.] We should. Promise me it.