[ let it be known that the sole thing stopping elysium from being pettier is the fact that thorns is a grieving widow. he does not slow, but he does respond… ]
thorns closes the distance between them and leans in. his face is so very close to elysium's, just inches apart... and he then shifts so he can blow air into his ear before he just walks past him. ]
his gaze tracks every one of thorns' movements, attentive as ever, but it doesn't quite register what thorns wants from him until after that soft puff of air. which, unfortunately, makes both his shoulders and his feathers puff up in reflex, as well as
[ he can't really give an explanation, other than he wanted to and wanted to see how elysium would react. while thorns has decided he'll be platonic, it does make it difficult since it means he can't see certain aspects of elysium he has grown to enjoy... like specific expressions... ]
going along with this feels like losing. so although elysium is a good distance ahead, he ends up scuttling back until they're side by side. he stares at thorns, and as if he's truly warring with himself, only comes to a decision seconds later when he leans forward to
also blow air into thorns' ear before he once again scurries off. die. ]
[ one is living a romcom while the other is living a melodrama. someone save them…
depending on how long thorns takes to catch up, elysium is probably already arranging his pillows on thorns' bed. funny, how simply being aware of his feelings can change everything. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Can't I already do that?
no subject
… ]
You can. But you never have…
[ why is he the one feeling dejected now. ]
no subject
he isn't sure how to respond to this. ]
Should I...?
no subject
[
goes ahead to thorns' room. ]
no subject
thorns just trails after him. ]
Elysium...
no subject
Yes?
no subject
thorns continues to just walk behind him. ]
Turn around.
no subject
no subject
thorns closes the distance between them and leans in. his face is so very close to elysium's, just inches apart... and he then shifts so he can blow air into his ear before he just walks past him. ]
Let's go.
1/3
no subject
his gaze tracks every one of thorns' movements, attentive as ever, but it doesn't quite register what thorns wants from him until after that soft puff of air. which, unfortunately, makes both his shoulders and his feathers puff up in reflex, as well as
wrench out an embarrassingly strangled sound. ]
no subject
drops his current box on his foot and just dies. ]
no subject
thorns stops walking to immediately go and pick up what elysium just dropped. whoops. he just wanted to tease him a little... ]
Careful.
no subject
his foot hurts so bad but he's going to try and take the box before thorns does THAT'S HIS… ]
no subject
That looked like it hurt.
no subject
[ IT DID… the tips of his ears flush red as he hurries along. ]
Is that what you do for fun now?
no subject
[ he can't really give an explanation, other than he wanted to and wanted to see how elysium would react. while thorns has decided he'll be platonic, it does make it difficult since it means he can't see certain aspects of elysium he has grown to enjoy... like specific expressions... ]
no subject
going along with this feels like losing. so although elysium is a good distance ahead, he ends up scuttling back until they're side by side. he stares at thorns, and as if he's truly warring with himself, only comes to a decision seconds later when he leans forward to
also blow air into thorns' ear before he once again scurries off. die. ]
no subject
he's so fuckin cute, thorns is going to explode. he watches elysium escape, and he just cups his own ear that elysium had blown into it. ]
This really is impossible...
no subject
depending on how long thorns takes to catch up, elysium is probably already arranging his pillows on thorns' bed. funny, how simply being aware of his feelings can change everything. ]
no subject
thorns walks in and just goes to sit on the chair to watch him. ]
Comfortable?
no subject
My foot hurts.
[ now he's willing to say it??? ]
no subject
[ is elysium showing his feet?? thorns tries to peek... ]
no subject
[ HE IS NOT RAWDOGGING IT ON THE JOB?
when he gets cozy they may be out there, but once he gets thorns' bed sorted, he just sits down on the ledge of it and crosses his arms. ]
Get changed first.
no subject
[ who is the captain here...
but thorns will just start stripping. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)