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 🖤

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[masticated]

You don't have to be scared of me.

[a boldfaced lie said oh-so-sweetly. no fear unless he's the one protecting her from it, unless he's the one making the fear grow inside of her. his head twitches as if a fly is in his face and in his eyes with a constant buzzing, nose wrinkling when he feels her pull. she digs into places he doesn't look at anymore or doesn't have the capacity to see the same, murky waters thick and hazy. he's not like her, he can't hold what she can.]

Ugh, yes I do. [waving her reassurance away.] I was made to leave a mark. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't and I like it that way. I wanna leave myself on you.

[cowgirl. did she say that on purpose? does she know his thoughts will go straight to her on top of him with his hand on her belly to feel himself inside of her? they do, and so he obeys without question to lean forward and outstretch that same hand he pictures on her bare skin over the table between them for her to take.]

Show me.

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[temporicide]

[ She wonders what he'd feel if she were as he imagined. Blitzed out, fucked stupid, delirious. Eyes showing their whites. Whether that big-predator twitch nestling at the corner of his brain would alleviate with other distractions. Roza turns the corner at her decision-making process, and in doing so, feels the rustle of satisfaction she associates with some inhibition left behind. ]

Okay.

[ Is she saying it in response to him leaving himself on her like a bloody tattoo? Maybe. But she likes being made a mess of, half-destroyed; the incessant energy build of her brain and body and spirit mean that what is ruined rebuilds itself. Setting the heavy bed of her inner forest on fire is a particular vice. The undergrowth reveals sides of herself she's never met before.

Roza gently turns his hand palm up. With the edges of her nails, kept just long enough to administer this kind of gesture, she traces thin white lines in gentle, stimulating circles. Consequently the message of shared memory looks a lot like her, reflected through someone else's eyes, and it comes in like a slow fade, rather than a bright and arresting pop. The melting expression, girl dissolving into raw want. The unknown man's gaze panning down the long blade of her body, undulating there. ]

Which way?

[ That or bent over the table, she means. She liked that idea of his, but also derives a certain satisfaction from giving him control. ]