[ he squeezes thorns' hand back. he doesn't know… he still thinks they should've done the clinic later when he's about to get beat up by their rookies, but oh well. ]
[ thorns would really love to give a normal response but he's still having flashbacks to that remote village in iberia, which was when he actually did have to kill elysium. thorns looks ahead. ]
With my sword.
[ this sounds like such a 'well, duh' reply but it's the only thing he can manage at the moment, when elysium getting injured is still a very recent event. ]
[ okay. sure. that tells him so much. it falls so flat he doesn't even want to attempt to recover it, so they can just walk in this awkward silence together.
…
thankfully, they don't have to deal with it for long when the hotel is a short few blocks away. he looks at their hands, wondering if thorns will let go, shoving his other hand into a pocket before taking a quick peek into the foyer. ]
Looks like they're still out searching. [ unsurprising. the very first incident that set all of this in motion had left him searching for days. he thinks he could've kept going for weeks and even months, if he'd had to. ] It's been, what, couple hours now? Are you calling them back, or me?
[ they might move slightly faster if it's thorns due to bias. but he does so, and then waits as they trickle in one by one. he holds onto elysium's hand the whole time, his grip only tightening when he sees each face.
of course, every time one shows up they ask for an update, and thorns just tells them to wait until everyone gets here. once they do and make sure their location is secure. ]
We found him. Unfortunately, he was captured by an enemy and drugged. We are still investigating what they injected him with, but it made him hostile. [ ... ] He was killed in the struggle.
[ they watch them cycle through the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. acceptance never comes. instead, they circle endlessly through the first four, sometimes separately, sometimes all at once, until it's pure anger that finally settles in their bones. fingers point first at the defender, until realisation strikes:
what struggle? between him? elysium? there's no way death was the only option.
the caster advances first, grip tightening around their staff. the defender just stands there, shell-shocked, almost catatonic. only last night, they'd both been laughing together, making plans to celebrate their graduation from trainee to full-fledged operators. the guard was this close to mastering the destreza. that'd explain elysium's injury. ]
… If you need someone to blame, blame me. I'm the one who made the call. But you already knew, even the other night, that we were being pursued. This mission was never as simple as it was made out to be.
It's a lesson. A brutal one that no one should have to learn, but one that happens to the best of us nonetheless. Out here, anything can happen. And tearing each other apart? That's how you all end up dead. What you should be doing now is supporting each other, not breaking each other down. They'll let us know when he's cleared for visitation.
[ what he says isn't wrong. but now is hardly the time.
it's like looking in a mirror, almost. there isn't much more to share than that, but more importantly… the difference really is that they have each other. ]
[ at the very least, it seems like they're not going to attack elysium. that's not to say that they won't want to fight him later, but they have at least accepted that they should talk amongst themselves first to try to figure things out. whether or not they'll still be angry or not is another thing. ]
Rhodes Island is sending more staff here as backup. Until they arrive, you all need to stay in the hotel and stay together. While it is not impossible to get attacked while in a group, they likely would prefer not to. It draws too much attention, especially in a city.
[ it's likely why they had to get them drunk first before moving in to separate them. ]
You'll get further orders once we know more on what's happening.
[ they argue about having to stay inside, because of course they want to go and hunt down who did this. thorns ask them if they know who to look for, they say no. thorns asks if they have ever been here before this, and they say no. he sends them back to their rooms, and then sends one of his lil constructs after them so that he'll know if they make a break for it or not. ]
[ there are so many possibilities to think about, so many what-ifs he has and hasn't explored. but there is one road he's gone down where there's no going back, and it's this— thorns' hand in his.
when they're finally left alone, he turns to face thorns again. ]
Are you going to listen to your own words?
[ in reference to staying in the hotel and together. it's worded like a question but it isn't really one, especially after everything they'd already talked about before. trick question. ]
this group, whoever they are, keep showing up again and again. at a surface level, everything seems completely unrelated to each other, but every time it points back to them. if their plans are to keep traveling around together, then there is a chance they may run into this again. it makes thorns wants to investigate so that they can better avoid the tragedies that they keep getting thrust into.
but how can he say that in a way that doesn't come off as this is more important than being with elysium? from thorns' point of view, it's to assure that they can, but it requires finally having that Talk. ]
[ he tells himself it'll be rhodes' problem, not theirs. the real concern is that their faces are already known, but if they just keep their heads down and make like civilians since they will be civilians, what reason would there be to go after them?
plenty, considering elysium's killed more than a fair share of their people by now or lead to them, but surely they won't expend resources on chasing a random guy… ]
[ he looks over at the door, his grip on elysium's hand remaining firm.
they should stay for when the other operators arrive. ditching the rookies right now is possibly the absolute worst move they could make for their mental health. but if elysium suggests they should leave, thorns will follow. even though he's aware it may be a bad move. ]
[ every part of him wants to take thorns and run. but it doesn't take critical thinking to know that it isn't the wisest choice; even if they wait for the other operators to arrive, it's too optimistic to think they could simply slip away without anyone's notice. he would not be surprised if they were being monitored since their arrival. inevitably, by sticking around they'll be pulled into the mission, and after how dangerous zeruertza had been… he doesn't think it's wrong to be wary.
… ]
Let's wait for the situation to play out. I'll get roped into surveillance at most, but at least that doesn't put me on the field.
[ his fingers skim over thorns' knuckles, a quiet touch, almost pleading touch. ]
[ the last thing he wants to be is away from elysium, anyway. even with all the abilities the corazonix gives him, he still can't be in two places at once. ]
It'll give us time to plan out our next steps.
[ so many of their decisions and actions the past few hours have been reactionary, so what they might genuinely need is a chance to actually sit down and think instead of immediately leaping to an extreme. ]
[ if thorns doesn't protest, he drags him into his lap, settling his body against his own. the problem with being on self-inflicted house arrest is that… they are on house arrest!!! with nothing else but each other to pass time. ]
[ he will get comfortable here... this really is just such an abrupt difference to how yesterday was, or even just how they woke up this morning. things really just change without warning here. ]
[ thorns is making absolutely no attempt to move off of him. ]
We can do it later.
[ they're going to be stuck waiting for the other operators for at least a day, less if they take as minimal breaks as possible, so they do have a few hours before they really are forced to do anything.
that really is a lot of time to waste without going stir crazy. thorns wonders if he should have given the rookies busy work. ]
but you know it's bad when h*rny does not appear to be a viable solution to their problem, so elysium and thorns are a little less fine. a long minute passes before elysium sighs again, dragging the both of them onto their sides and the bed. he keeps thorns close, hooking a leg over his. ]
We should probably rest while we can. Now all that's over with… I'm feeling pretty tired.
[ a lie. he's so awake from everything that's happened and their discussions. but at the same time, he has so much to think about—their future, for one, even though they really should be thinking about that together.
elysium curls up against him. to his back, he starts reciting lyrics, lines of poetry. maybe he can get thorns to drift off to sleep. ]
[ thorns is truly wondering why they keep getting the worst missions of all time. if he knew what final destination was, he could make some sort of joke about how that's just what's happening now; they really were just supposed to die in that original timeline, so everything keeps going wrong.
he closes his eyes, not drifting to sleep just yet. ]
[ this is what happens when you go against the natural order of the world. thorns should've been the bigger person and left elysium dead? that's what it would've wanted. ]
I won't. [ but that's not exactly a guarantee, hence— ] Should I handcuff myself to you to make you feel better?
but he watches, rapt, as the corazonix coalesces into the two bangles. he attempts to jostle it, making a show of trying to break free, before setting it down.
this does make their sleeping position a little awkward, so he shifts around to find a more comfortable position. ]
You did it so readily. I see…
[ said in the tone of someone learning something for the first time despite knowing full well how much he enjoyed being tied up. that technically didn't happen here. ]
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[ elysium may have gotten through worse but thorns doesn't want him to be going through anything bad in the first place. ]
I'm going to keep you safe. Ignoring when I kill you.
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[ he squeezes thorns' hand back. he doesn't know… he still thinks they should've done the clinic later when he's about to get beat up by their rookies, but oh well. ]
How are you going to kill me?
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With my sword.
[ this sounds like such a 'well, duh' reply but it's the only thing he can manage at the moment, when elysium getting injured is still a very recent event. ]
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…
thankfully, they don't have to deal with it for long when the hotel is a short few blocks away. he looks at their hands, wondering if thorns will let go, shoving his other hand into a pocket before taking a quick peek into the foyer. ]
Looks like they're still out searching. [ unsurprising. the very first incident that set all of this in motion had left him searching for days. he thinks he could've kept going for weeks and even months, if he'd had to. ] It's been, what, couple hours now? Are you calling them back, or me?
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[ they might move slightly faster if it's thorns due to bias. but he does so, and then waits as they trickle in one by one. he holds onto elysium's hand the whole time, his grip only tightening when he sees each face.
of course, every time one shows up they ask for an update, and thorns just tells them to wait until everyone gets here. once they do and make sure their location is secure. ]
We found him. Unfortunately, he was captured by an enemy and drugged. We are still investigating what they injected him with, but it made him hostile. [ ... ] He was killed in the struggle.
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what struggle? between him? elysium? there's no way death was the only option.
the caster advances first, grip tightening around their staff. the defender just stands there, shell-shocked, almost catatonic. only last night, they'd both been laughing together, making plans to celebrate their graduation from trainee to full-fledged operators. the guard was this close to mastering the destreza. that'd explain elysium's injury. ]
… If you need someone to blame, blame me. I'm the one who made the call. But you already knew, even the other night, that we were being pursued. This mission was never as simple as it was made out to be.
It's a lesson. A brutal one that no one should have to learn, but one that happens to the best of us nonetheless. Out here, anything can happen. And tearing each other apart? That's how you all end up dead. What you should be doing now is supporting each other, not breaking each other down. They'll let us know when he's cleared for visitation.
[ what he says isn't wrong. but now is hardly the time.
it's like looking in a mirror, almost. there isn't much more to share than that, but more importantly… the difference really is that they have each other. ]
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Rhodes Island is sending more staff here as backup. Until they arrive, you all need to stay in the hotel and stay together. While it is not impossible to get attacked while in a group, they likely would prefer not to. It draws too much attention, especially in a city.
[ it's likely why they had to get them drunk first before moving in to separate them. ]
You'll get further orders once we know more on what's happening.
[ they argue about having to stay inside, because of course they want to go and hunt down who did this. thorns ask them if they know who to look for, they say no. thorns asks if they have ever been here before this, and they say no. he sends them back to their rooms, and then sends one of his lil constructs after them so that he'll know if they make a break for it or not. ]
...
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when they're finally left alone, he turns to face thorns again. ]
Are you going to listen to your own words?
[ in reference to staying in the hotel and together. it's worded like a question but it isn't really one, especially after everything they'd already talked about before. trick question. ]
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this group, whoever they are, keep showing up again and again. at a surface level, everything seems completely unrelated to each other, but every time it points back to them. if their plans are to keep traveling around together, then there is a chance they may run into this again. it makes thorns wants to investigate so that they can better avoid the tragedies that they keep getting thrust into.
but how can he say that in a way that doesn't come off as this is more important than being with elysium? from thorns' point of view, it's to assure that they can, but it requires finally having that Talk. ]
... I said we can run away together.
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plenty, considering elysium's killed more than a fair share of their people by now or lead to them, but surely they won't expend resources on chasing a random guy… ]
Is now already later?
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[ he looks over at the door, his grip on elysium's hand remaining firm.
they should stay for when the other operators arrive. ditching the rookies right now is possibly the absolute worst move they could make for their mental health. but if elysium suggests they should leave, thorns will follow. even though he's aware it may be a bad move. ]
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… ]
Let's wait for the situation to play out. I'll get roped into surveillance at most, but at least that doesn't put me on the field.
[ his fingers skim over thorns' knuckles, a quiet touch, almost pleading touch. ]
Will you stay with me?
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[ the last thing he wants to be is away from elysium, anyway. even with all the abilities the corazonix gives him, he still can't be in two places at once. ]
It'll give us time to plan out our next steps.
[ so many of their decisions and actions the past few hours have been reactionary, so what they might genuinely need is a chance to actually sit down and think instead of immediately leaping to an extreme. ]
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What would you want to do?
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We need to write our reports.
[ the boring answer. ]
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If you couldn't even manage the paperwork for adding me to the squad, I don't want to imagine what your reports look like.
[ his gaze flicks to their bags, papers far out of reach. instead of getting up or asking thorns to, he just exhales a long sigh. ]
… I'll do it.
[ still does not get up ]
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We can do it later.
[ they're going to be stuck waiting for the other operators for at least a day, less if they take as minimal breaks as possible, so they do have a few hours before they really are forced to do anything.
that really is a lot of time to waste without going stir crazy. thorns wonders if he should have given the rookies busy work. ]
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but you know it's bad when h*rny does not appear to be a viable solution to their problem, so elysium and thorns are a little less fine. a long minute passes before elysium sighs again, dragging the both of them onto their sides and the bed. he keeps thorns close, hooking a leg over his. ]
We should probably rest while we can. Now all that's over with… I'm feeling pretty tired.
[ a lie. he's so awake from everything that's happened and their discussions. but at the same time, he has so much to think about—their future, for one, even though they really should be thinking about that together.
elysium curls up against him. to his back, he starts reciting lyrics, lines of poetry. maybe he can get thorns to drift off to sleep. ]
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he closes his eyes, not drifting to sleep just yet. ]
You can't sneak off.
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I won't. [ but that's not exactly a guarantee, hence— ] Should I handcuff myself to you to make you feel better?
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[ he agrees so immediately.
thorns places his wrist against elysium's. ]
It'd look nice together.
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[ don't just make this sound like a normal conversation. he hums, as if seriously considering thorns' assessment. ]
You aren't wrong. Still, as resourceful as a guy I am, it's not like I carry handcuffs around with me everywhere—let alone own a pair.
[ … ]
Wanna make them with your Corazonix?
[ holds up their arms. OKAY. ]
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but he looks at their hands, and slowly a construct forms between them around their wrists—a handcuff delicately made from the corazonix. ]
There.
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but he watches, rapt, as the corazonix coalesces into the two bangles. he attempts to jostle it, making a show of trying to break free, before setting it down.
this does make their sleeping position a little awkward, so he shifts around to find a more comfortable position. ]
You did it so readily. I see…
[ said in the tone of someone learning something for the first time despite knowing full well how much he enjoyed being tied up. that technically didn't happen here. ]
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[ at least, thorns seems pleased by this? you really need the little things to cheer you up when everything around you is on fire.
they likely have to actually face each other to make this work though. hi... ]
You'll have to take me everywhere.
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