[ the way thorns spends his entire shower wondering if he needs to write an apology letter to kitten or something. he has no idea how to send it to her... the chances of elysium handing over her contact info are low, considering he barely talks about her already.
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he did not bring clothes with him in here. but he does have a towel, so thorns just wraps that around himself and quietly walks out to get his change of clothing. he was assuming elysium was still asleep, but he is gone??? somewhere??? ]
[ thorns needs to stop thinking about kitten he can't let a person that doesn't exist win
elysium just trudges back into the room miserably, sets a bag of water and fruit at the foot of thorns' bed, then collapses back into his own face first. dies a second time. ]
he will get water to pathetically sip at and then climb back into his own bed. he has a lot to consider... elysium had accused him of trying to make him fall in love with him again (that is not what he said). does thorns just want to keep elysium's attention for himself? what does that mean exactly?
he should not be doing character analysis of himself while he has a pounding headache but here we are. ]
... thorns just quietly pads over to elysium's bed and does the creepy thing of watch him sleep. he is not quite sure what he is trying to figure out but he knows it is not good. perhaps he should go back to that cliff and live there forever...? ]
[ also glad i can just write tremendously stupid things. he rolls over in his sleep and smacks thorns in the face with his hand, only for it to end up clutching his arm a moment later. don't go, thorns…
[ the longer thorns accepts this the worse it's just going to get. after everything elysium did to stage it so they didn't share a bed together… sniff.
holding thorns' arm is not enough. it escalates into elysium using it as a pillow, nuzzling his face into it. he is so much more trapped than before. ]
[ elysium is out so cold he could probably be hauled like a corpse halfway across the bed. isn't the temptation to snap a photo high… maybe even a video?
he's drooling a little. this is the self-proclaimed campus adonis. ]
[ elysium will wake up and be forced to go to the other bed and will continue to pretend like nothing happened.
thorns just flops over. he can pretend like this is platonic... bro sleepovers are a thing... once elysium is awake then thorns will go back to giving him space, a thing he failed at almost immediately after deciding to do so. ]
does he fall back asleep… is elysium going to wake up thinking he never actually moved beds and never managed to get thorns fruits and water? he's going to beat himself up for being a failure of a best friend. terrible.
and sharing beds can totally be platonic after you just had an altercation setting boundaries. totally. it takes another two hours for him to get up again. ]
he is dehydrated and actively dying again but despite all odds, he will try to slide a cushion under thorns' head and drop a blanket on him assuming he is playing dead.
he tries very hard to not be obvious. being on the floor may be weird but also, they were so drunk that it might actually not be weird at all? it's fine. ]
[ okay… he will fuss an extra few seconds making sure thorns is breathing and comfortable before stalking off. he is not thinking about the whys or hows they were fuckin wasted.
there's the sound of a pill bottle and him gulping down water, and another where he's just collecting himself. on the bright side, it looks like he didn't delude himself into thinking he picked them up necessities? on the other, he wonders if this goes to show how truly platonic they are that nothing happened last night…
[ elysium you either want to have drunkenly made out with thorns or you don't, pick one.
once elysium has been in the shower for long enough, thorns will consider it safe to "wake up" from his sleep. the fact that this is his life now is killing him. ]
[ he's out here fighting inner demons everyday of his life let him live
but moving after he tucked him in so tenderly… wow. thorns has plenty of time to stew over his thoughts while elysium lingers in the shower, taking his time to freshen up. when he finally emerges an hour later, he looks only slightly worse for wear, though he still very much feels like he wants to d*e. ]
thorns' behaviour is making it increasingly hard to believe nothing happened but because the extreme decidedly did not happen elysium is deluding himself that everything is fine. they are either at 0 or 100 at any given time.
he decides to just collapse back onto his bed while tapping away at doord*sh. ]
A little. [ a lot. ] The ibuprofen's on the table if you need it.
[ he puts in an order. he rolls his face back into his pillow. ]
[ so did he. he really would have ended up in the ocean if he didn't get stopped by that one wedding guest.
should he bring up what happened...? it might not be the best to when they are both hungover and then will be forced to sit several hours in a car together after. ]
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he did not bring clothes with him in here. but he does have a towel, so thorns just wraps that around himself and quietly walks out to get his change of clothing. he was assuming elysium was still asleep, but he is gone??? somewhere??? ]
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elysium just trudges back into the room miserably, sets a bag of water and fruit at the foot of thorns' bed, then collapses back into his own face first. dies a second time. ]
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he walks over to throw a blanket over elysium. ]
Goodnight.
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just kidding there's one thing: ]
Stay hydrated…
[ dies for real. ]
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he will get water to pathetically sip at and then climb back into his own bed. he has a lot to consider... elysium had accused him of trying to make him fall in love with him again (that is not what he said). does thorns just want to keep elysium's attention for himself? what does that mean exactly?
he should not be doing character analysis of himself while he has a pounding headache but here we are. ]
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deeply relieved i'm no longer the one stuck writing about midlife crises; he just snores, completely gone. ]
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... thorns just quietly pads over to elysium's bed and does the creepy thing of watch him sleep. he is not quite sure what he is trying to figure out but he knows it is not good. perhaps he should go back to that cliff and live there forever...? ]
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zzzzzzzz ]
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thorns just sits here, trapped. he is not trapped at all because he could easily dislodge elysium from him, but he is also definitely trapped. ]
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holding thorns' arm is not enough. it escalates into elysium using it as a pillow, nuzzling his face into it. he is so much more trapped than before. ]
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this is his life now. the way he can't even scroll on his phone or anything because it's over on his own bed, so he's just here.
unfortunately this is just making thorns thinks he should buy elysium a body pillow as a gift...? ]
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he's drooling a little. this is the self-proclaimed campus adonis. ]
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thorns wipes the drool off. like, he uses elysium's shirt to wipe it off, so it's not as sweet as it could be. ]
Aren't you comfortable?
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You should… get comfortable too…
[ with another hand he tugs thorns' sleeve. they really undid all his work just like that. ]
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thorns just flops over. he can pretend like this is platonic... bro sleepovers are a thing... once elysium is awake then thorns will go back to giving him space, a thing he failed at almost immediately after deciding to do so. ]
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does he fall back asleep… is elysium going to wake up thinking he never actually moved beds and never managed to get thorns fruits and water? he's going to beat himself up for being a failure of a best friend. terrible.
and sharing beds can totally be platonic after you just had an altercation setting boundaries. totally. it takes another two hours for him to get up again. ]
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thorns is on the floor because he immediately just fucking rolled off the bed the second he realized elysium was starting to wake up. ]
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he is dehydrated and actively dying again but despite all odds, he will try to slide a cushion under thorns' head and drop a blanket on him assuming he is playing dead.
moving him is too risky… ]
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he tries very hard to not be obvious. being on the floor may be weird but also, they were so drunk that it might actually not be weird at all? it's fine. ]
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there's the sound of a pill bottle and him gulping down water, and another where he's just collecting himself. on the bright side, it looks like he didn't delude himself into thinking he picked them up necessities? on the other, he wonders if this goes to show how truly platonic they are that nothing happened last night…
hm…
well. whatever. it's his turn to take a shower. ]
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once elysium has been in the shower for long enough, thorns will consider it safe to "wake up" from his sleep. the fact that this is his life now is killing him. ]
This is so dumb...
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but moving after he tucked him in so tenderly… wow. thorns has plenty of time to stew over his thoughts while elysium lingers in the shower, taking his time to freshen up. when he finally emerges an hour later, he looks only slightly worse for wear, though he still very much feels like he wants to d*e. ]
You're up? Make sure you drink water.
[ what is this déjà vu ]
Want me to order in some salad?
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is this awkward? what do they talk about. ]
Does your head hurt?
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thorns' behaviour is making it increasingly hard to believe nothing happened but because the extreme decidedly did not happen elysium is deluding himself that everything is fine. they are either at 0 or 100 at any given time.
he decides to just collapse back onto his bed while tapping away at doord*sh. ]
A little. [ a lot. ] The ibuprofen's on the table if you need it.
[ he puts in an order. he rolls his face back into his pillow. ]
I'm kind of down to cut class tomorrow…
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[ so did he. he really would have ended up in the ocean if he didn't get stopped by that one wedding guest.
should he bring up what happened...? it might not be the best to when they are both hungover and then will be forced to sit several hours in a car together after. ]
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