[ he owes thorns more than just words. there's something else, too—a hand lifts to cup his cheek and he presses a kiss back in return. ]
What would you do? I'm not letting you fall out of love with me.
[ there was a time when elysium did not want thorns to choose him but unless he is is first and second and third up to tenth priority he might start to freak out a little
[ a sentiment that thorns had said before, back when elysium very much hated the idea of thorns pining after him. but the feeling only becomes more and more intense. thorns never doubted his feelings, but he was once at least willing to not let their relationship become romantic.
he wonders how did he ever have the resolve for that, despite that also happening in this timeline. ]
[ consider how quickly he went from 0 to 80 to 200 on a scale where the cap is 100. how quickly they both shot to being unhinged, actually, like they knew deep down as they are they'd be better off without each other. funny how that works—but now that they're both this deep, there's nowhere to go but down.
he thinks about how thorns' hand had been around his neck, and his hand trails down to curl his fingers loosely around it. they talked about collars, but what they really have around one another are nooses, don't they? ]
All of me exists for you. Then, now, and in the future. If we never involved ourselves with Rhodes' business, we would've never had to deal with something so annoying…
[ it's so funny to be annoyed at having jobs when they would not be as close as they are if elysium never invited thorns to rhodes. but it just shows how something that was once important can get overshadowed by something else.
amiya does not deserve this....... ]
... We might have run into this eventually anyway.
[ okay well elysium did not have to become so important at his job… it was fun and fulfilling until it wasn't, and now it's hard to untangle themselves from the mess.
and amiya does not deserve this but all the trouble and then some that they've caused don't even amount to a fraction to what their war criminals coworkers have. they really are mostly causing trouble to themselves. ]
Don't say that. Help me change my bandages…
[ as opposed to asking thorns to let them go again, they can figure this out. it's fine. he cannot show up to the lab with bloodied bandages sadly. ]
[ they technically also can't show up to the lab handcuffed to each other or they might actually be committed for psychological review. but they will cross that bridge later.
but they can struggle with the bandages. at the very least, they have both likely had to do something like this while handicapped in some way before, especially while out on the field. this is just likely the stupidest reason for it. ]
at least they have enough sense to know that walking into a meeting handcuffed right after a coworker got brainwashed then killed is probably not the best idea. all bets will be off the second they are unemployed though.
and with a heavy sigh, the handcuffs will be no more. ]
[ it was nice. it was very nice. they have figured out the extent that they are ill for each other and isn't it always nice to get confirmation on boundaries or the lack thereof?
he gently picks up thorns' hand. ]
You really can make everything with the Corazonix, can't you? Now that I think about it, we could've prevented…
he starts coughing with how violently he wants to laugh. ]
Now we know for the next time! No need to test anything on anyone when everything will be made by you personally. Wow. That's going to be so economical.
[ this is the literal worst. alchemists are crying from the grave and are about to dig themselves out just to kill both of them. ]
[ there is an entire group of people who may have their dreams of going out to sea forever destroyed because elysium wants to quit his job, meanwhile these two are going to make d*ldos with the thing that could save them.
[ anastasio was onto something when he accused them of the greed they talk about the bible. love for one's neighbour? no idea what that is. hedonism all the way, baby!!!
[ every now and then they come across something they still get embarrassed by despite everything. somehow buying toys is much easier than making them? thorns is a pure maiden. ]
... You'd have to show me what you like.
[ once again assigns elysium freak with a billion sex toys. ]
[ thinks about how they didn't even mourn. straight to hell with them
he would ask how he managed to get out the other thing by himself if he didn't use the corazonix, but he doesn't actually want to die so he keeps it to himself…
he stares. ]
But the face you make when you're overstimulated is one of my favourites?
[ i think val has given up on us since the new post or at least i hope so ]
[ if elysium said that thought out loud thorns would hang him upside down in a non-sexy way.
they're really just attacking each other here though. thorns also thinks it should be elysium because thorns would like to test it out on him first? he is abandoning his creed of always doing things on himself first because he still wants his revenge that he has had like ten times by now. ]
[ some questions in life were never meant to be answered… he locked himself up in the bathroom for so long… ]
Sadist. Just say you want to bully me.
[ but they reach the lab! and elysium very subtly freezes at the door, his hand almost going slack in thorns'.
why is mantra here. like, it makes sense mantra is here as there is no doubt a mental aspect to whatever these people are doing to their experiments, but still.
why is mantra here. he is going to have to put up the most convincing act of his life for why he felt justified in killing their comrade. ]
thorns just squeezes his hand, and then pulls him along into the room. he nods at mantra and the others, pausing only long enough in case elysium wants to say something?
thorns just nods to give him permission. from an outside perspective, this is kind of an insane exchange to witness. elysium, blink twice if you need help.
it takes elysium like twenty seconds to actually let go of elysium's hand after that though. ]
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What would you do? I'm not letting you fall out of love with me.
[ there was a time when elysium did not want thorns to choose him but unless he is is first and second and third up to tenth priority he might start to freak out a little
no big. ]
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[ a sentiment that thorns had said before, back when elysium very much hated the idea of thorns pining after him. but the feeling only becomes more and more intense. thorns never doubted his feelings, but he was once at least willing to not let their relationship become romantic.
he wonders how did he ever have the resolve for that, despite that also happening in this timeline. ]
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he thinks about how thorns' hand had been around his neck, and his hand trails down to curl his fingers loosely around it. they talked about collars, but what they really have around one another are nooses, don't they? ]
All of me exists for you. Then, now, and in the future. If we never involved ourselves with Rhodes' business, we would've never had to deal with something so annoying…
[ risk looms. he hates it. ]
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amiya does not deserve this....... ]
... We might have run into this eventually anyway.
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and amiya does not deserve this but all the trouble and then some that they've caused don't even amount to a fraction to what their war criminals coworkers have. they really are mostly causing trouble to themselves. ]
Don't say that. Help me change my bandages…
[ as opposed to asking thorns to let them go again, they can figure this out. it's fine. he cannot show up to the lab with bloodied bandages sadly. ]
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but they can struggle with the bandages. at the very least, they have both likely had to do something like this while handicapped in some way before, especially while out on the field. this is just likely the stupidest reason for it. ]
Should I lengthen the chain...?
[ that feels less intimate though... ]
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That defeats the purpose…
[ twists his hand to latch onto thorns' wrist. he wouldn't be able to do this if the chain were longer, if they were further apart.
he leans in to whisper into thorns' ear: ]
You can pick out a nice collar when we're done. Will that make things better?
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sadly, this works for thorns. he turns just enough so that he can capture elysium's mouth in a kiss. ]
Deal.
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We can match.
[ die.
but if nothing else they can be borderline pure in the sense they aren't up to anything risque until it comes time for them to leave.
he looks at the handcuffs forlornl… ]
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[ was it? was it nice?
at least they have enough sense to know that walking into a meeting handcuffed right after a coworker got brainwashed then killed is probably not the best idea. all bets will be off the second they are unemployed though.
and with a heavy sigh, the handcuffs will be no more. ]
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he gently picks up thorns' hand. ]
You really can make everything with the Corazonix, can't you? Now that I think about it, we could've prevented…
[ … ]
Anyway. Let's go.
1/2
[ he starts walking though, swinging their hands gently as he goes. ]
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Oh. I see.
[ FILLED WITH RAGE AGAIN. ]
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he starts coughing with how violently he wants to laugh. ]
Now we know for the next time! No need to test anything on anyone when everything will be made by you personally. Wow. That's going to be so economical.
[ this is the literal worst. alchemists are crying from the grave and are about to dig themselves out just to kill both of them. ]
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thorns just leans over to bite him. ]
Brat.
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ow. ]
You aren't thinking about how fun it'd be?
[ stop. ]
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... You'd have to show me what you like.
[ once again assigns elysium freak with a billion sex toys. ]
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I'm kind of curious what you'd come up with, though…?
[ on that note— ]
Considering you're attuned to it, I wonder what it'd feel like. Would it make you more sensitive? Feel things twice as strongly?
[ they are supposed to be going to WORK ]
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unfortunately, thorns is actually very seriously thinking about this. ]
... Maybe. It might be better to put it in you in that case.
[ this is deranged val dont look ]
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he would ask how he managed to get out the other thing by himself if he didn't use the corazonix, but he doesn't actually want to die so he keeps it to himself…
he stares. ]
But the face you make when you're overstimulated is one of my favourites?
[ i think val has given up on us since the new post or at least i hope so ]
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they're really just attacking each other here though. thorns also thinks it should be elysium because thorns would like to test it out on him first? he is abandoning his creed of always doing things on himself first because he still wants his revenge that he has had like ten times by now. ]
Yours is better.
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Sadist. Just say you want to bully me.
[ but they reach the lab! and elysium very subtly freezes at the door, his hand almost going slack in thorns'.
why is mantra here. like, it makes sense mantra is here as there is no doubt a mental aspect to whatever these people are doing to their experiments, but still.
why is mantra here. he is going to have to put up the most convincing act of his life for why he felt justified in killing their comrade. ]
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thorns just squeezes his hand, and then pulls him along into the room. he nods at mantra and the others, pausing only long enough in case elysium wants to say something?
but otherwise he will tug him to a seat. ]
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he just relays this over to thorns and looks at him. does he have permission. ]
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thorns just nods to give him permission. from an outside perspective, this is kind of an insane exchange to witness. elysium, blink twice if you need help.
it takes elysium like twenty seconds to actually let go of elysium's hand after that though. ]
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