BUTLR OVERFLOW ( SALTBURNT )

[redsoil]

SET saltburnt

I know how to get into every single one of your rooms. This is a threat.

AGE		N/A MILENNIA+		HEIGHT		6'0"
SIGN		𓃩 this is me		JOB		GOD OF WAR & THE DESERT
SEXUALITY		EXPLORING?		DIET		VEGETARIAN
SMOKE		YES		DRINK		YES

INTERESTS

HUNTINGCOMBATSPORTSINTELLECTUAL CONVERSATION GOING HOME

LOOKING FOR

MENTOR(S)SERVANT(S)WORSHIPPER(S)

SWIPE RIGHT
<span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#d29efe;">✓</span>

SWIPE LEFT
<span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#86f3f3;">✕</span>

Comments

[guitarpicks]

your wife? scandalous, man

i'm not into being murdered by anyone
i was killed once! not again!!!! ( this is sadly a lie... but we are in denial )

ANYWAY
what's the most risqué thing you've written

[redsoil]

Why would you want to know that? That should be between a man and his wife!

[ AND HE LOVE(D) HIS WIFE, EDDIE!!!! ]

I would

Write about, the things one writes about when thinking of their wife but are surrounded by rowdy men who will tease you relentlessly if they read over your shoulder. Such as “I’m counting the days until our next ENCOUNTER," where "ENCOUNTER" meant

Enduring Nerves, Can Often Uncover New Thresholds, Exploring Revelations.

[guitarpicks]

this is for dating! hooking up! finding companions. maybe i want to know what you've got up your sleeve

.... did you just look that up

you can say sex
i won't blush

cw derogatory language but set is also auto-censored by the Narrative

[redsoil]

No! It is message I used to send to my wife!

[ AN ENCODED MESSAGE ]

I am not — I am not looking to date. I am not exactly looking for strictly sexual relations, either. I'm not a whxre! Companions could be nice... it is hard to explain, perhaps, over something made for those things.

We could meet?

[guitarpicks]

i'm going to trust you on that

and yeah, maybe something in person might be easier
text gets lost in translation, you know?
i'm not trying to be mean

TEXT > ACTION finally

[redsoil]

You are telling me. These characters come to me naturally, but look nothing like my written language.

You may meet me in the smoking lounge, the one on the first floor. It has a lovely view of the stables.

[ fuck you balfours, the nasty red mare is his best friend now

And Set does wait for Eddie there, a cigarette held between his teeth and a large tome of... fashion??? from the library balanced in his lap. Wearing an elegant, black jumpsuit with a halter neck and his hair tied up in a high, messy bun. He may have arrived with few outfits, but his reading has helped him expand his transformative abilities' repertoire. ]