this is how he accidentally bites his tongue and inflicts further damage onto himself. ow. to his credit he just hisses quietly and cups a hand to his jaw… not the brightest idea to wake someone up when they're in the middle of a potentially precarious situation, but thorns' face was so cute… it was worth them almost dying… ]
Yeah. [ instantly. ] I thrive under positive reinforcement.
[ don't just talk about yourself this way.
but his hand finds its way back into thorns' hair to card through again. please don't go bald? he'll cry. though, val does tell me rubbing bald heads is extremely therapeutic so many she's onto something? ]
unfortunately, this works. thorns is aware that elysium is playing him, but he cannot argue at all against the fact that he wants his bbbb to have some rest. ]
[ they know each other too well; elysium isn't even pretending to be subtle about playing him. ]
That's what you always say.
[ thorns' consolation prize is a kiss on the mouth and the most exaggerated doe eyes elysium can muster. ]
Te amo. This part of you is the cutest.
[ the part of him that lets elysium get away with everything 🥺 but now it's his turn to get comfortable, and he does the same thing, winding his arms snugly around thorns' midsection. ]
[ thorns does not agree he does not think this is the cutest!!!!
but thorns just idly runs his fingers through elysium's hair. if he tries to concentrate, he can hear the sound of the water hitting against the ship. he can even pretend it's his boat... before he snaps out of it and reminds himself it's not his anymore.
there's only one thing that matters that belongs to him, and he's in his lap. ]
[ there are no wild dreams anymore, only the comfort of knowing he holds the entire world in his arms, and he'll stop at nothing to keep it there. the position isn't exactly comfortable, his body twisted into something smaller just to fit behind the cargo they're using to hide themselves, but that doesn’t matter.
somehow, he sleeps better than he has in weeks, certain that nothing can come between them now. not the cuna de nene, not rhodes, not anyone. thorns is his, and he is thorns'. ]
[ this is so delusional, their luck is below the ground.
there is a point where someone actually enters the cargo hold. thorns freezes, and he tries to make sure that elysium is out of view. thankfully, the crew members are not aware that there are people stowed away on the ship, so they aren't really looking around and just go straight for what they came in here for.
thorns judges them for being so noisy... it is still not daylight... people are trying to sleep, assholes... ]
[ he cheated before he can cheat again. his fingers curl into back of thorns' head, pulling him down into a kiss. thorns can always knock him out again? there's that option. ]
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this is how he accidentally bites his tongue and inflicts further damage onto himself. ow. to his credit he just hisses quietly and cups a hand to his jaw… not the brightest idea to wake someone up when they're in the middle of a potentially precarious situation, but thorns' face was so cute… it was worth them almost dying… ]
Morning…
[ he now has the slightest lisp. help ]
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thorns immediately just starts to press kisses to the side of elysium's face to repent. ]
Sorry...
[ tries to heal elysium with love... ]
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[ also rubs thorns' head with love. his chin. it's pointy… ]
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[ he rubs at the spot he was hit, but he's had worse injuries. ]
Anything happen?
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[ waking thorns up when he looked so peaceful and was cuddling up to him dealt more damage psychologically than the headbutt… that's what happened… ]
Isn't my restraint incredible?
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[ every now and then, there is a reminder that thorns is rude when he is not being blinded by being a lovesick fool.
he settles back down onto elysium lap. he is not planning on falling back to sleep, but he likes the spot. ]
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[ don't just talk about yourself this way.
but his hand finds its way back into thorns' hair to card through again. please don't go bald? he'll cry. though, val does tell me rubbing bald heads is extremely therapeutic so many she's onto something? ]
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but this is all information thorns is aware of. ]
Do you have a praise kink?
[ he just asks. ]
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If I say yes, are you going to get stingier?
[ since thorns is a sadist and all
he droops… ]
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[ this is not a no, but it sounds closer to a yes.
he nudges him. ]
I do like it when you pout.
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and then just drops it like half a centimetre from the floor. so, enough to jostle but not enough to give him brain damage. probably. ]
Oops.
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thorns deserves this. he sits right back up after and then just pulls on elysium's tuft in retaliation.
elysium also can't decide to go bald because then how else can thorns do this?? ]
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he hates thorns' hand away!! he does not appreciate this when thorns started the friendly fire first!!! ]
When's it going to be my turn to sleep…?
[ pulls out his trump card ]
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unfortunately, this works. thorns is aware that elysium is playing him, but he cannot argue at all against the fact that he wants his bbbb to have some rest. ]
I'll remember this.
[ he moves over and then pats his lap. ]
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That's what you always say.
[ thorns' consolation prize is a kiss on the mouth and the most exaggerated doe eyes elysium can muster. ]
Te amo. This part of you is the cutest.
[ the part of him that lets elysium get away with everything 🥺 but now it's his turn to get comfortable, and he does the same thing, winding his arms snugly around thorns' midsection. ]
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but thorns just idly runs his fingers through elysium's hair. if he tries to concentrate, he can hear the sound of the water hitting against the ship. he can even pretend it's his boat... before he snaps out of it and reminds himself it's not his anymore.
there's only one thing that matters that belongs to him, and he's in his lap. ]
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somehow, he sleeps better than he has in weeks, certain that nothing can come between them now. not the cuna de nene, not rhodes, not anyone. thorns is his, and he is thorns'. ]
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there is a point where someone actually enters the cargo hold. thorns freezes, and he tries to make sure that elysium is out of view. thankfully, the crew members are not aware that there are people stowed away on the ship, so they aren't really looking around and just go straight for what they came in here for.
thorns judges them for being so noisy... it is still not daylight... people are trying to sleep, assholes... ]
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he is not going back to sleep like this…… ]
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the crew members spend about five more minutes here before they finally leave. thorns sighs, and turns his attention back to elysium. ]
Go back to sleep.
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Mm. Don't wanna. I realised something just now.
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thorns frowns as he peers down at him. ]
What?
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It'll be harder to flirt when we're on the move.
[ an hour is enough rest…… ]
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This is cheating.
[ thorns got to nap for three hours... ]
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[ he cheated before he can cheat again. his fingers curl into back of thorns' head, pulling him down into a kiss. thorns can always knock him out again? there's that option. ]
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