[ 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: ]
[ their home is a tent and their bath a stream… truly they are living the high life. ]
You've been saying that a lot. Isn't it? We should've done this ages ago
[ if thorns had taken his first offer to run away together, they could've been so much more prepared… but then again, unless they'd literally burned all their bridges, they'd always be connected to their past somehow in occasionally being called back to missions and thorns' former crew with their constant attempts to poach him back. they really just left them with a prototype of a compass.
like this, there isn't going back. so, maybe it had worked out for the best. this is perfectly healthy thinking. ]
[ he isn't sure what other word to use, because it is nice. he knows that they technically can't consider themselves in the clear until they're both further away and more time has passed, but this is the first time in who knows how long that neither of them have had any actual responsibilities other than taking care of themselves.
is that actually a good thing? maybe, maybe not. but he isn't going to consider morality at the moment. ]
[ in the previous timeline thorns had gone through, he was so sure that elysium was going to change his mind about joining his crew. until he had physically handed in his resignation papers, thorns was waiting for him to say that he couldn't actually just suddenly leave rhodes like that.
he wonders how he didn't realize sooner. then again, elysium didn't want him to. ]
[ everyone has their part to play. elysium isn't expendable, but neither is he irreplaceable the way amiya or the doctor are to rhodes' very identity. their presence defines the organisation; he's always known his journey with rhodes would end one way or another, and when its history is written, his name won't be there and that's how it's meant to be. ]
I gave you that backpack and you're still asking?
[ he draws the last of the fish from the fire, planting their skewers into the earth in front of them. ]
… Funny thing is, it didn't feel all that bad to be wrong.
[ elysium saying this now when at the time he was panicking over how everything was now ruined and he had to get thorns back to sea.
it's strange, since he technically wasn't wrong. the only reason thorns didn't stay with the pirates is because he didn't think doing so would keep elysium alive. ]
[ it's too bad elysium doesn't share the same frame of reference thorns does. and, even if he did, it isn't hard to imagine that with all the baggage he carries now, between his impatience and his craving for instant gratification, it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't take to the route half as well.
but what-ifs are only what-ifs: the present is all they have, and this is their current reality. ]
What else am I allowed to be good at besides being hot? Warming your bed?
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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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the way these two feedings in both threads have deeply different vibes. but thorns will eat the offered fish... ]
This is nice.
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You've been saying that a lot. Isn't it? We should've done this ages ago
[ if thorns had taken his first offer to run away together, they could've been so much more prepared… but then again, unless they'd literally burned all their bridges, they'd always be connected to their past somehow in occasionally being called back to missions and thorns' former crew with their constant attempts to poach him back. they really just left them with a prototype of a compass.
like this, there isn't going back. so, maybe it had worked out for the best. this is perfectly healthy thinking. ]
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is that actually a good thing? maybe, maybe not. but he isn't going to consider morality at the moment. ]
How long have you wanted to?
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Since Iberia.
[ he gauges thorns for his reaction. ]
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he wonders how he didn't realize sooner. then again, elysium didn't want him to. ]
Were you expecting me to go with them?
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I gave you that backpack and you're still asking?
[ he draws the last of the fish from the fire, planting their skewers into the earth in front of them. ]
… Funny thing is, it didn't feel all that bad to be wrong.
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it's strange, since he technically wasn't wrong. the only reason thorns didn't stay with the pirates is because he didn't think doing so would keep elysium alive. ]
Mm? Is that so?
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[ it's his turn to kiss all of thorns—pressing soft kisses to his forehead, then trailing down to his eyelid, his cheek, and finally his mouth. ]
The answer is nothing.
[ which is rather chilling if you think about it for more than two seconds, but this is their life now. ]
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thorns just wraps his arms around him and nuzzles against his cheek. ]
You would have made a hot pirate.
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but what-ifs are only what-ifs: the present is all they have, and this is their current reality. ]
What else am I allowed to be good at besides being hot? Warming your bed?
[ alright ]
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he picks up one of the skewers and holds it out for elysium to eat from. ]
What do you want to be good at?
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