[ 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. ]
[ cute… thorns is cute even if the subject material is entirely questionable. ]
I was going to take you everywhere regardless. [ but it makes thorns happy, so by extension, so is elysium. ] Aren't a collar and leash more appropriate for something like that?
Other people might think otherwise, but do their opinions really matter? What matters to me is yours and only yours.
[ the way this is also deeply problematic. he takes thorns' hand and presses it flat to his neck, guiding it to curl around him as though his hand were a collar. ]
[ their world continues to become more insular as time goes on. it's difficult to think about the fact that he was the captain of a ship and had to look after dozens of people when right now everything is just elysium. ]
[ unreal that elysium was pushing thorns to be more social just a few months ago. now, he isn't so sure how he'd feel if things turned out any other way. his hand subconsciously clenches, and forgetting where it is, it evokes a quiet, strained noise.
oopsie. he laughs, a little breathless. ]
… It'd draw too much attention, wouldn't it? A tag it is. You have to remember to walk me, too.
[ remember how they used to get flustered over just kissing? granted, there are still more pure and sweet things that embarrasses them, but it typically just happens when they're caught off guard by the action.
[ it's better than being fully aware of how unhealthy they're being and feeding into it intentionally. elysium really did stoop to new lows to thirst trap him and apparently thorns was all for it.
he slides his hand off of thorns to scoot closer. ]
Every day, every hour, every minute and second of our lives. You gave yourself to me, didn't you? That's what I want. I'll act up otherwise.
[ the way they mourned the sniper guard for like two seconds. okay. taking the breaks and safeguards off of their relationship was a mistake. ]
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What would you want to do?
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We need to write our reports.
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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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I was going to take you everywhere regardless. [ but it makes thorns happy, so by extension, so is elysium. ] Aren't a collar and leash more appropriate for something like that?
[ he's thinking aloud… ]
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[ this is a really good way to get their mind off of things, by instead discussing things that are terrible for a different reason.
at least the atmosphere isn't bad. ]
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[ he falls into silence not because he's judging but because he's sincerely thinking about this. ]
But you sound like you want me to walk you, so maybe we both should?
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Do you think we have problems?
[ IS THIS NORMAL. ]
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No. … Do you have problems with me?
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[ they have so many problems.
his hand that is not currently handcuffed to elysium reaches out to caress his neck. ]
You would look nice.
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[ the way this is also deeply problematic. he takes thorns' hand and presses it flat to his neck, guiding it to curl around him as though his hand were a collar. ]
Are you the type who'd prefer a bell or a tag?
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A bell is too noisy.
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oopsie. he laughs, a little breathless. ]
… It'd draw too much attention, wouldn't it? A tag it is. You have to remember to walk me, too.
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[ remember how they used to get flustered over just kissing? granted, there are still more pure and sweet things that embarrasses them, but it typically just happens when they're caught off guard by the action.
every day the sense of shame worsens. ]
People can't think you're anything but mine.
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[ there is nothing subtle whatsoever about what they're doing every hour and minute of their lives in this timeline, but okay.
every day the delusions also increase. ]
But why are you thinking so much about other people? There shouldn't be any room for that.
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unfortunately, thorns just finds this behavior endearing. it is difficult to spot a red flag when you are also waving around the same color. ]
Hm? How much should I be thinking of you, mi amor?
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he slides his hand off of thorns to scoot closer. ]
Every day, every hour, every minute and second of our lives. You gave yourself to me, didn't you? That's what I want. I'll act up otherwise.
[ the way they mourned the sniper guard for like two seconds. okay. taking the breaks and safeguards off of their relationship was a mistake. ]
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