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bakerstreet2025-05-18 12:45 am
oneholysock) wrote in bakerstreet2025-05-18 12:45 am
midnight texting
The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed |
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"Maybe," he says proposes, reclining with a glass in each hand. "I'm just tired and in my fifties." He offers her the fuller glass, brows tented as if to say, Imagine that.
"Had many designated date nights, Joan?" Seems a concept she'd have avoided as part of the whole commitment package.
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She takes a swig; it feels good going down. Great, actually. Something like a smile begins to curve her mouth. "What about you? Question for a question, c'mon."
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And she looks a flicker of beautiful throwing it back, hair in thick wet tendrils, a sheen of water clinging to her temple.
Mouth flattened as if in contemplation, he nods without delay. "A long time ago, yeah. Not for long, though." Shocking, he knows. "She was a teacher." Professor, actually.
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She takes a bigger swig the second time.
"You tied her down, right? You said something like that."
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"Not her. Before her. She was a medical student, like me."
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She keeps warning him. Maybe he doesn't listen, but he still prepares.
She leans a little closer, trying to look him dead in the eye. Does he understand her? Can he see her intentions, or does it only feel that way? "Did your eyes meet over the corpse you were dissecting?"