in tears over how they can't t survive without trying to one-up each other. ahich is why he's already wearing a mischievous look by the time he pulls thorns up to his toes. ]
You'd let that person close far enough to see me?
[ so… maybe this is housewife behaviour… whatever ]
[ thorns goes along with the pill very easily. his own expression is serious, like this is the most important topic in the world? and honestly, for them it is, because everything about their relationship is the most important thing in the world (unwell). ]
They're think you came straight out of a fairy tale.
the weather decides to be temperamental and clears up—something elysium only acknowledges after stealing his kiss and humming, pleased, against thorns. right answer… ]
We should get back on the move if we want to cover more ground before nightfall.
[ their housewife era where neither of them agree on who is the housewife.
but he will nod, taking elysium's hand again so that they can get going. this is actually really nice? it's almost like when they went on missions together, if you ignore the part that there is no mission. but it's similar enough that it gives a pleasant nostalgic feeling. ]
[ they're on a mission for themselves if you want to go that far. unfamiliar territory, with no clear objective and just the need to figure it out as they go. they've defined happiness as each other, but that can't be everything; it leaves them piecing one another back together—thorns in wanting elysium to keep travelling, elysium in wanting thorns to keep experimenting, even if they had ceased being their whole pictures a long time ago.
still, it is nice, at least for now. if the rest of their journey follows the original rhythm, it'll carry them all the way to the stream where they finally make camp. ]
[ all i know about yan is that they're trying to resurrect an evil god so yea it's otherwise probably pretty peaceful
but sure. okay. this is his chance to show off his breadwinning capabilities!!!! he rolls up his sleeves. he's ready for this. thorns, you can't just underestimate someone who's backpacked all over? he finds an appropriate-looking bamboo cane, carves it down into a spear, and before long comes back with four perfectly sized fish wrapped in larger leaves. ]
Is this enough for tonight?
[ just because he cannot destreza it does not mean he can't catch fish
[ he is trying very hard not to be openly disappointed that elysium didn't struggle more with the task because thorns really wanted to see him be cute.
the way he's seriously considering being a tradwife now because of how cute thorns is. wow, everything is suddenly so hard… he can't do anything… he's so useless… ]
Teach me how you'd do it next time.
[ whenever thorns isn't looking he throws the hand-carved spear he made as far as he can ]
[ this is especially funny because thorns is aware this is not true? he has seen elysium make fires before. but he still nods his head anyway as if he has never once seen elysium venture outside before. is this foreplay?
but he will give him another kiss before he goes to start the fire. ]
[ can they stop going along with this. please. but he squats next to the kindling and watches thorns like this is the most fascinating thing in the world—and it is, simply because thorns is involved. whenever it's lit, he leans in to thorns' ear to whisper: ]
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but. ]
When's the next time we'll have a bath…?
[ this is the real tragedy. ]
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thorns last him in an attempt to console. ]
We can find a nice spot in a stream.
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elysium allows himself to be pet… ]
If anyone sees you they'll have to die.
[ 'how will they die' they'll just die ok ]
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the comment makes thorns snort in amusement though. ]
Why would they look at me when you're here?
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in tears over how they can't t survive without trying to one-up each other. ahich is why he's already wearing a mischievous look by the time he pulls thorns up to his toes. ]
You'd let that person close far enough to see me?
[ so… maybe this is housewife behaviour… whatever ]
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They're think you came straight out of a fairy tale.
[ okay bias. ]
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Oh. So you just wanted show off.
[ that also tracks… ]
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[ so, of course he wants to show him off?
thorns leans in and kisses him. ]
But that doesn't mean anyone can get close to you.
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the weather decides to be temperamental and clears up—something elysium only acknowledges after stealing his kiss and humming, pleased, against thorns. right answer… ]
We should get back on the move if we want to cover more ground before nightfall.
[ new motivation in their housewife(?) era ]
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but he will nod, taking elysium's hand again so that they can get going. this is actually really nice? it's almost like when they went on missions together, if you ignore the part that there is no mission. but it's similar enough that it gives a pleasant nostalgic feeling. ]
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still, it is nice, at least for now. if the rest of their journey follows the original rhythm, it'll carry them all the way to the stream where they finally make camp. ]
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thorns will get the tent out and start to set it up. if elysium tries to help, he shoos him away. ]
Can you get started in food? There's fish in the stream.
[ it might be easier if thorns did the fishing which is why he's making elysium do it. he wants to watch the love of his life struggle... ]
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but sure. okay. this is his chance to show off his breadwinning capabilities!!!! he rolls up his sleeves. he's ready for this. thorns, you can't just underestimate someone who's backpacked all over? he finds an appropriate-looking bamboo cane, carves it down into a spear, and before long comes back with four perfectly sized fish wrapped in larger leaves. ]
Is this enough for tonight?
[ just because he cannot destreza it does not mean he can't catch fish
praise him]
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tch. it's fine. ]
That's enough. We can start a fire to cook them.
[ tch..... ]
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he looks genuinely shocked at the lukewarm reaction…… then comes to an understanding. ]
It was really hard, Thorns……… but I didn't want to bother you. Should I have asked next time?
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he wanders over to him and gives him a big kiss on the cheek, and then on the mouth. ]
No, you did great.
[ animal crossing flowers ]
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the way he's seriously considering being a tradwife now because of how cute thorns is. wow, everything is suddenly so hard… he can't do anything… he's so useless… ]
Teach me how you'd do it next time.
[ whenever thorns isn't looking he throws the hand-carved spear he made as far as he can ]
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this is how thorns wins the housewife war. he kisses elysium again and then nuzzles his face against his. they still need to cook this fish. ]
Uh huh, sure.
[ he really just wants to see elysium be cute... ]
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elysium just wants to see thorns smile…… which is, comparatively fleeting to being able to cook a fish any time.
he is like 100% confident thorns is going to show him how to destreza fish but that's okay. it's cute when thorns does things he's proud of. ]
Want me to cook the fish? You'll have to make the fire; I'm pretty bad at it.
[ this is such a fuckin lie ]
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but he will give him another kiss before he goes to start the fire. ]
... you're cute.
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[ can they stop going along with this. please. but he squats next to the kindling and watches thorns like this is the most fascinating thing in the world—and it is, simply because thorns is involved. whenever it's lit, he leans in to thorns' ear to whisper: ]
Our bath's right there for when we're done.
[ —and then kisses his lobe.
seductive housewife foreplay ]
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but they can start cooking the fish so that they don't start making out instead of eating. however thorns will kiss elysium the entire time?
try not to burn anything... ]
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however!! in the middle of this, he pulls away to ask: ]
… How much incompetency do you like…?
[ stares at their perfectly cooked fish and wondering if he should sabotage it on purpose ]
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and then looks back at elysium. ]
Let's keep this edible.
[ they do not know if they may have to wait for their next opportunity to eat... ]
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[ he takes a skewer out from the fire and blows on it. ]
For you, hubbie.
[ holds it out. it took less than five minutes for him to be thoroughly domesticated. okay. ]
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