guess who!

[bronze]

what's this? it seems like there's a board game for you and a friend to play — one guess who, featuring all the guests currently in saltburnt! post a blank top-level with your character and play the game in the comments, keeping your assigned character in mind (you'll want a different character for each thread, fyi!).

for ease's sake, all threads will be outside of the au event 🖤

Comments

[haggle]

( it's a good answer. solid, steady, strong — jake seresin's shiniest qualities pinned to his chest. maybe not what makes a perfect little wind-up soldier, but a better man: medal-worthy loyalty to a personal belief, and the will — steel spine, and the balls to match — to stand behind it.

(unfortunate side-effect: that phantom ache in her chest, flaring up like a bad joint in winter, every time she's reminded she was a decision a man made. one he wasn't proud to defend.)

she hums a low, considering sound. maybe approval. maybe not. it leans just noncommittal enough to keep him guessing, even if he's finally said the right thing. point recouped, and all it took was the high cost of being fucking real. )

So tell 'em to go fuck themselves. ( — with the conviction of a lawyer submitting evidence. then: a purse of her mouth, recalibrating. rolls her eyes, like acknowledging the concept of authority is physically painful for her: ) Respectfully, or whatever the fuck. Could lose you one of your gold stars, but better that than your fuckin' spine.

( because that's the part they don't warn you about when they're trying to tidy up a narrative, reframe you as the mistake: your dignity is the first thing they target. first thing they try to take. ani meets the crosshairs of his sights, just as steady. )

Sure. I do. ( a small, almost imperceptible twitch of her mouth. technically an answer. no additional freebies. ) You think your CO'd like my tits?