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Texts From Folknight

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme!

Because it's still April and Thoth is still amused, consider this round two of the Initial Misfire Edition. Initial messages maaaaay go to the wrong person! So not all hell breaks loose, replies carry forward with whoever you've reached, but you might be texting your innermost intoxicated or sleep deprived secret to someone you don't even know.

If you'd like to opt out of misfires, please include this in your top level (by prompt or overall). Otherwise, enjoy indulging Thoth's amusement and building some new CR.

This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

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Advice time, and you better not judge, punk.

So, I kissed her first, then shared a bed with her, then danced with her. You think it's too late to ask her on a proper date, or should just go straight to the proposal since I'm doing this all out of order anyway?

[Modern flirting is so hard to navigate. Help him, Steve, you're his only hope.]

[Well that's... Not the sort of text Rogue was expecting and it's probably good that she's been drinking. It's endearing, but also terrifying.]

So...
Do you want the good news or bad news first sugar?

[Why is Steve calling him 'sugar' all the sudden? That's something Rogue does.

Wait a minute....

Oh. Oh no.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

FUCK!]

I can explain?

[He can't, he's pretty sure he sent this to Steve, but that seems like the proper answer?]

[Part of her wants to be entirely smarmy about it. To deflect and protect herself from a serious conversation about... All of what he said?

It's what she'd do to Remy, but that's something complicated and messy. Too much history and pain. Pain she wants to avoid.

Bucky's been nothing but gentlemanly and doesn't deserve to be raked over the coals in this moment of vulnerability. Then there's the fact that he deserves someone better than her, someone he can touch properly after everything he's been through.

When she realizes there's been a long silence from her, she shoots something quick his way to buy herself more time.]

Try.

[Not... Great.]

Er, please try.

[Better? Look she's a little hung up on that 'proposal' bit on top of her own issues with dating.]

[Bucky knows he's screwed up when she sends him barely one word after a long moment of silence. So much for trying to live a normal life here. Maybe he's not made for this anymore. Maybe having his brain fried every other year for seventy years finally caught up with him. And maybe this is fine, he'll always be too dangerous to be close to people, indestructible or not.

He runs his flesh hand over his face and shrugs. He's clearly got nothing to lose here, he might as well be honest:]

That was meant for Steve. I just. You know him. If you think I'm old fashioned, he's way worse and it's not like I've done this any properly and it's easier to joke about than admit that I'm at a loss here?

[Self depricating jokes are easier to make than face the potential disappointment of your newly refound best friend?]

[Less screwed up and more caught her very off guard. Despite what he may think, the explanation does help, confirming what she thought might of happened given the way it read.

Lucky for him she's not at the haus, out taking a tour de Tides, some time to herself and some strategic exploring. Otherwise, she'd probably have saught him out to have a face to face conversation.

At least, that's what she told herself she'd do like an adult. She's not really good at this either.]

That makes more sense. Thank you.

Though, your phrasing reads as though we slept together, which is substantially different than napping together.

[Is she deflecting a bit to buy herself time? Absolutely.]

[There's a small sigh of relief that leaves him when she replies:]

Sorry. This is really not how I'd imagine this conversation going, to be honest.

[Deflection is his realm of expertise too, so he smiles lightly at her text:]

We did sleep together, though. If you take it at face value, I mean. But I wouldn't worry about it, Steve is not even going to catch on the innuendo there.

[He did say 'shared a bed' knowing that Cap would read it as them napping together and not as them having sex.]

Me either.

[Yes, she's imagined it.]

How did you imagine this going?

And yes, we slept rather well.

[She misses it, but hasn't even broached the subject while the haus situation is still ongoing. But... Maybe he should know this?]

I miss the good sleep. And the company.

happy hump day tfln

6 - Misfire

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cw: mention of torture

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