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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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[chokedout]

[Teddie laughs, just lightly - turning up his chin to look at Harry to address the most pressing issue at hand:]

I meant I've already got two romances, I could always make it three.

[But, you know. Threesomes are also a valid option - he will save imagining Dom and Mila together for later, when he can zone out and get off on it valiantly. He adjusts the way he rests, arm slung over Harry.]

... Just sayin'.

[mygoodsir]

[Harry smiles, but his eyes are so sad.]

And I've two exes here in this accursed house. That leaves room for one more. I'm just not sure my heart could take it.

[chokedout]

Well, this is where I could tell you it's time to embrace a cup half full instead of half empty but - I'll leave that to you. You know where I am if you ever want to roll those dice.

[Teddie just gets this feeling that it'd be fun. But he also knows Harry's going through it. He nuzzles his chest again.]

You deserve something good. If not now, in the near future.

[mygoodsir]

You're a lovely boy, Teddie.

[And a good hearted one. He's not sure how he knows this, but he does.

His hand cups Teddie's cheek.]

I don't. But I will hope for it all the same.

Have you decided if you'll stand by your man?

[chokedout]

I don't think I could peel away from him now, even if I tried. But it won't be the first or the last mistake I make, if it doesn't turn out well. I'm... very bad at making good choices. Ask anyone.

[Self-deprecatory, he doesn't have the confidence in this life he does in the other - his artistic career was bought for him and drowned in drugs and alcohol. Even still...]

I think I'm making a few better choices lately, though. Maybe it is possible to change.

[mygoodsir]

You and me both.

At your age? Yes. Yes, I believe it is. I think the older we get the more people tend to atrophy.

[chokedout]

Oh come now, you're hardly that much older than me - I've dated muuuuch older...

[Only it's a weird jigsaw piece in his head, trying to remember who and when - or how that relationship worked or didn't work. It's again like something's dream-like and not quite right about it, but he tries not to dwell.]

You don't inspire much confidence in me for facing my thirties, I must say.

[mygoodsir]

How old are you? All of twenty- five?

I am nearing my forties. It's depressing. Sometimes I feel I wasn't meant to make it this long.

[chokedout]

Around there.

[Younger, supposedly - but he feels like twenty six is a closer number. And so is something much, much higher.]

Oh, I feel you on that. Feels like it's just stretching on, huh? Maybe you should embrace a mid-life crisis. I'll ride in your sports car with you.

[mygoodsir]

I think this is my midlife crisis.

[He sighs.]

My ex husband told me to stop drinking, and fucking twinks. Doing well with that, as you can see.

But more importantly: I don't own a car. [He snickers softly.] I don't like to drive. I cycle everywhere.

[chokedout]

Look, you're not fucking me. You're chatting with me. You're working on it plenty.

[Teddie pats Harry's chest.]

What about a motorcycle, then?

[mygoodsir]

Thank you, Teddie.

[More laughter.] Never been on one. I suppose I could plop you on the panier at the rear.

[chokedout]

I'd hold on extra tight on every corner.

[He laughs again, showing a toothy grin to Harry before resting his head flat again against him.]

I think it'd be sexy. You should invest.

[mygoodsir]

Never happen. The astats on motorcycle accidents are far too high for my temperament.

[He lets his hand wander enough to stroke Teddie's shoulder absently.]

And I need the exercise cycling demands.

[chokedout]

But it'd be so cooool.

[Said in a way that very much understands, and is pouting about it for fun.]

I can give you plenty of other cardio. But I guess you've got a point. Have you- have you ever been in a car accident before?

[mygoodsir]

Mm, I bet you can.

No, never. Have you?

[A soft nuzzle into Teddie's hair.]

[chokedout]

... No, but it's like I remember it vaguely anyway.

[The overlap. A constant thing.]

Maybe it was a past life, y'know?

[mygoodsir]

Strange. I feel...

[He looks around, as if they might be overheard.]

I feel you might be right. It's terribly unscientific but... maybe there are echoes in time. Sometimes I feel I can almost see a past I've never known.

[chokedout]

Being a man of science and medicine, you don't think it's weird, do you? I've seen so many shrinks over the years, trying to tell me it's - it's caused by this, imagined by that.

[Theo frowns.]

Can I tell you a dumb secret?

[mygoodsir]

You may. I won't tell a soul.

[chokedout]

This morning I couldn't find my cigarettes. So I did a little spell in my head, as if that'd help me find them.

[...]

I'm not even into Wicca.

[mygoodsir]

Is your family superstitious? I've known some people who will pray to St. Anthony if things are lost, a habit that picked up from grandmothers and mothers.

[chokedout]

Not really. My parents are pretty straight laced, no nonsense types. I mean, I definitely lean the other way but... it was just like I did it on autopilot. Which is weird, right?

[What is he, a freakin' witch?]

I did find my smokes five minutes later. But I don't think it's related.

[mygoodsir]

Careful, we'd have hung you for that a few hundred years ago.

[He means it as a joke, but something in it rings strangely. Harry frowns and strokes Teddie's back.]

...do you think you could do a little spell to find anything else?

[chokedout]

[Teddie laughs, nonetheless.]

Mmm, looking for something? It has to be genuinely lost.

[He blinks. That just came out.]

I think.