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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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[mygoodsir]

No. I'm not.

[He strokes Kieran's back.]

It's nasty stuff, dear. How about instead I tell you about quaint medical procedures of old? Trepanning, maybe.

[deadnerve]

[He makes the noise a teenager who is intrigued by gore would make, but:]

Okay. What's that?

[mygoodsir]

A lovely little procedure where they would drill a hole in your skull.

[deadnerve]

Wait, isn't that lobotomies?

[A true crimer before true crime took its hold post 2007, he's listening.]

[mygoodsir]

Ah, yes, although you're thinking of the prefrontal leucotomy. It was the transorbital lobotomy that became popular.

No, trepanning is very old. They thought to either release evil spirits, or relieve cranial pressure.

[And he sounds... happy. He's always happy to have someone to chatter to about things he finds interesting.]

[deadnerve]

Were they all really different? Isn't a hole just a hole?

[And for once, he doesn't mean that hornily.]

[mygoodsir]

Not quite. The goal of trepanation was to release pressure. Lobotomies aim to sever part of the brain.

[deadnerve]

Didn't one of them fuck up one of the Kennedys?

[Hm. He's quiet, processing it all.]

Do they hurt? They've gotta, right? For most people.

[mygoodsir]

Yes! Rosemary, I believe.

Yes, they would be quite painful. Not something to be messing about with.

Do such things frighten you? Not because of the pain, obviously.

[deadnerve]

I don't know. I sometimes... I get these like, feelings? Impulses I guess. Put my hand in the fire, how bad could this - or a hole in the head - really be? I got told once it's just because I don't have fear to keep me in check. Y'know, fear of being hurt...

[But it's something else, too. Like he knows it really won't hurt him? They went over that already. He's just a reckless teen who thinks he's indestructible. He frowns.]

But I know better. I wouldn't want anyone scooping my brains out. Not 'cause it'd hurt but because... I guess I value my life like anyone else.

cw: suicide

[mygoodsir]

Intrusive thoughts. Yes.

[Harry, with the forearm scars he can't quite remember how he got, his Kieran close.]

Good. Your life is quite valuable indeed. You only get one.

cw: car accidents

[deadnerve]

Yeah, I'm already running low on luck too, I guess.

[He still remembers the car. Crawling out of it, unhurt - or so he thought. Maybe that's when the morbid fascination really started.]

[mygoodsir]

You and I both.

[He falls silent, just holding Kieran to him. Not as a lover or a father figure, but just as another human being.]

🎀

[deadnerve]

[Kieran doesn't have a witty comment. Or any comment. He just quietly rests close to Harry, eyes still open and staring off to the other side of the room but his body resting carefully against him. For a moment he almost says something stupid, like I like you, Harry, but the words don't seem to come.]