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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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[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.