[ like this silly top hat elysium finds next. people looking in from the outside thought things were tense between them, but now it looks as though they're fine?
they have been such a rollercoaster in a single night alone. ]
… It stopped flashing.
[ it prints out their photos, but he just starts up another set. this one will be better!!!!!! there is no line behind them as they are the last people to check this off their boxes, so it's fine
[ this particular photo of them will just be one giant blur as elysium recoils so fast.
this is why he takes the same saliva-coated finger and wipes it back on thorns' cheek. the optics make it look like he's caressing him, but he absolutely is not. ]
the camera stops flashing so their final photo appears as if they are staring lovingly at each other, when in reality the intense gaze is them trying to pvp
the next set of photos get spit out. thorns squints and removes all the props off of him, place them onto elysium instead, and exits the booth. ]
[ when elysium's sober he's going to war with himself on what to do with these dumb photos. will he burn them or carefully pretend all but one or two got lost somewhere? stay tuned.
elysium being elysium, there's a yelp when he's abandoned. he will desperately try to clean up after them and putting things back to their rightful place, but he really doesn't have the coordination or memory to future out what goes where?
he exits… it's at least a slightly more ordered mess than it was before…
thinks about how they probably missed the bouquet and garter toss by side questing outside. sad. they are never getting married in any of these timelines it seems… ]
[ stop. they can still get married in the other one.
thorns has wandered back to the bar because he has abandoned being responsible. one of the bride's friends is chatting with him.
or, more accurately, chatting at him. thorns just responds by making noises and nodding as he sips his drink. he has only been away from elysium for a few minutes at most. ]
[ we've invested ?k comments into the other thread and they've never been further from their beach wedding don't lie to me
elysium is back at their table… alcohol has finally conquered everyone else, it seems. but they're currently playing a very interesting game which involves mixing every drink they can get their hands on like they're at a frat party, and elysium's just says that's easy and proceeds to down an entire glass.
his face promptly drops onto the table. goodnight. ]
[ the dead cannot walk, so. yes. everyone at the table is just looking amongst themselves as they'd only had a shot of the concoction at most and that was already horrendous.
the dead also cannot answer so it is up to thorns to make the executive decision. elysium continues to snooze… ]
but some people are now starting to leave after a while, so thorns decides that gives them permission to also go. his cousins and others around their age asks if they want to do anything, but thorns just shakes his head... elysium is still dead...
he struggles a bit to get him onto his back because he is not as fit as he is in canon, but he does manage it. piggyback ride back to their hotel. this is so precarious because thorns is also very drunk. ]
[ it's about to get even more precarious because elysium rouses in the middle of this journey giggling to himself. what's so funny? everything is. they are. it is such an odd, giddy feeling to be carried like this when typically it's the other way around solely due to height. the world sways with thorns' stride, cold air biting at his exposed skin, making reality feel even further away. ]
Am I dreaming…?
[ his voice is muffled as he stares, dazed, at thorns' profile. something warm wells up in his chest, and before he can think better of it, he leans forward, pressing his mouth to the nape of thorns' neck to suck at skin. ]
[ wow… this just convinces him that this really is a dream because there's no way thorns would be this nice to him? he laughs to himself some more, throwing his arms across thorns' front to just
smush his entire face into him, rubbing his cheek affectionately below his shoulder blade. ]
the moving around does make it a little harder to remain steady, but thorns continues forward. he has to readjust his hold on elysium a few times along the way. ]
Our room.
[ which can sound romantic out of context but no. just their hotel. ]
[ that sounds about right. his heart flutters, and he goes slack, seemingly having dozed off again on thorns' back.
their room… where they will do activities… no, he'd just gained awareness after thorns had to shift him around so much and is trying to behave while also shyly thinking about this exact fact.
they eventually make it back to their room, and it takes some fumbling for thorns to get the key out of his pocket to open the door. once inside, he just slowly makes it over to one of the beds and tries to gently deposit elysium onto it.
thorns is unable to do this. instead, he just shifts so he can pull off their shoes since he was unable to while carrying elysium... and then goes to take off their suit jackets.
this just makes it seem like he is stripping them but it's fine it's fine ]
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[ these pictures are going to be so funny.
he bonks him lightly on the head with the mustache. ]
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with one hand still on the boa, he tugs thorns' sleeve. ]
You have to pick one out for me. Hurry.
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he reaches out to grab something. it is a pair of giant lips. he holds it out to cover elysium's own mouth. ]
There.
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this sucks!!!!!!!!!!
thorns gets a new addition: those round and thick-framed glasses with the giant nose. he is not allowed to be ugly alone. ]
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thorns pinches elysium. all of the photos are going to come out looking super stupid but that's fine. ]
I already had something...
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[ like this silly top hat elysium finds next. people looking in from the outside thought things were tense between them, but now it looks as though they're fine?
they have been such a rollercoaster in a single night alone. ]
… It stopped flashing.
[ it prints out their photos, but he just starts up another set. this one will be better!!!!!! there is no line behind them as they are the last people to check this off their boxes, so it's fine
it's fine ]
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fine. elysium can have sunglasses!! they are just starting to look like clowns at this point. ]
This is a lot of photos.
[ elysium truly was offended that they took none earlier and it shows. ]
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What are you covering my face for? That's such a waste.
[ they are so loaded with props they're moving onto a new theme: poses.
he stretches thorns' cheek out as far as it goes. he is so offended all the time it's really manifesting itself in every way right now. ]
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thorns just turns his head so he can bite elysium's fingers. die. ]
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this is why he takes the same saliva-coated finger and wipes it back on thorns' cheek. the optics make it look like he's caressing him, but he absolutely is not. ]
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the camera stops flashing so their final photo appears as if they are staring lovingly at each other, when in reality the intense gaze is them trying to pvp
the next set of photos get spit out. thorns squints and removes all the props off of him, place them onto elysium instead, and exits the booth. ]
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elysium being elysium, there's a yelp when he's abandoned. he will desperately try to clean up after them and putting things back to their rightful place, but he really doesn't have the coordination or memory to future out what goes where?
he exits… it's at least a slightly more ordered mess than it was before…
thinks about how they probably missed the bouquet and garter toss by side questing outside. sad. they are never getting married in any of these timelines it seems… ]
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thorns has wandered back to the bar because he has abandoned being responsible. one of the bride's friends is chatting with him.
or, more accurately, chatting at him. thorns just responds by making noises and nodding as he sips his drink. he has only been away from elysium for a few minutes at most. ]
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elysium is back at their table… alcohol has finally conquered everyone else, it seems. but they're currently playing a very interesting game which involves mixing every drink they can get their hands on like they're at a frat party, and elysium's just says that's easy and proceeds to down an entire glass.
his face promptly drops onto the table. goodnight. ]
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thorns returns to the table just to see elysium dead. ]
Do I need to carry him like this...?
[ imagine if they believed they could just drive back home after this. thank god they got the room. ]
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the dead also cannot answer so it is up to thorns to make the executive decision. elysium continues to snooze… ]
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but some people are now starting to leave after a while, so thorns decides that gives them permission to also go. his cousins and others around their age asks if they want to do anything, but thorns just shakes his head... elysium is still dead...
he struggles a bit to get him onto his back because he is not as fit as he is in canon, but he does manage it. piggyback ride back to their hotel. this is so precarious because thorns is also very drunk. ]
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Am I dreaming…?
[ his voice is muffled as he stares, dazed, at thorns' profile. something warm wells up in his chest, and before he can think better of it, he leans forward, pressing his mouth to the nape of thorns' neck to suck at skin. ]
Heheh… I gotta be…
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he just keeps walking, assuming that elysium is just being annoying and trying to bite him like he was biting him earlier. ]
Uh huh.
[ it's kind of cute... ]
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smush his entire face into him, rubbing his cheek affectionately below his shoulder blade. ]
Where're we going?
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the moving around does make it a little harder to remain steady, but thorns continues forward. he has to readjust his hold on elysium a few times along the way. ]
Our room.
[ which can sound romantic out of context but no. just their hotel. ]
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their room… where they will do activities… no, he'd just gained awareness after thorns had to shift him around so much and is trying to behave while also shyly thinking about this exact fact.
romantic!!!!!!!!!! ]
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they eventually make it back to their room, and it takes some fumbling for thorns to get the key out of his pocket to open the door. once inside, he just slowly makes it over to one of the beds and tries to gently deposit elysium onto it.
... ]
We're here.
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he's too embarrassed to say anything even drunk out of his mind so he just continues to cling onto thorns. read his mind. ]
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thorns is unable to do this. instead, he just shifts so he can pull off their shoes since he was unable to while carrying elysium... and then goes to take off their suit jackets.
this just makes it seem like he is stripping them but it's fine it's fine ]
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