[ a hand slips into thorns’ hair, tugging loose several ties and letting thorns' hair unravel. strands fall free, and elysium can't resist watching it out of the corner of his eye. even in the middle of all this, there's always time for a little flirting. it's reckless, dangerous, and yet exhilarating all the same.

what's the point of seeing the end of the world if they don't have fun in the process? ]

… We should probably defer to your judgement, now that I think about it. If we leave it up to me, our movements might end up too predictable. I'm running into dead ends trying to not be. I'm too textbook.

What would you prioritise?