[ thorns is like, maybe he should establish boundaries when they're back home? surely the problem is being on vacation together and not the fact that he has gotten used to constantly being around elysium again in a short span of time. ]
I wanted you to get your rest.
[ elysium can't complain when he let thorns sleep on the car ride. ]
[ he crosses his arms, once again subtly exposing the bite mark in front of thorns. it isn't like he was just in a wrestling match or anything—of course not. ]
[ elysium also has sensibilities so he actually slips on a jacket before they leave. it's a little stifling, but he is not going to terrorise people with a human-shaped bite wound on his arm.
only thorns… ]
There's something I wanted to do but we didn't get the chance to the other day. It'll be relaxing, so don't mope.
[ knocks thorns' head.
but this is how they end up back on the boardwalk, but more towards the sea this time. 'walk,' he'd said, and yet he just takes his place on a bench and kicks back, the waters an endless expanse spread in front of them. thorns can take a seat next to him or be awkward; he doesn't sit in the middle of it like an asshole. ]
[ well, once he realizes this is where they're going he'll sit down.
he stares at the water ahead of them, not saying anything. he remembers their trips to the beach when they were younger and just how simpler things were then. at least, he thought they were simpler. he wonders what else he managed to miss. ]
[ he's still resting, just in a different way. as the sun dips low and the sea breeze picks up, it feels like the perfect place to be and a welcome change from the stagnant air of their hotel room. without thinking, his arms stretch along the length of the bench, his hand coming to rest just shy of brushing thorns' shoulder. ]
Takes you back, doesn't it? If it's too boring for you, I don't mind if you look around more or run in a few circles until it's time to go.
[ assigns thorns as hyperactive child who can't stay still. ]
[ thorns is why he doesn't trust like that anymore.
as much as i would like to say it is nice and soft and fluffy, his mistakes from last night are barely being held together by wax. thorns' hand is going to feel all disgusting. ]
Ack——my hair!! Stop! I'll have to redo it if you mess it up!
[ they are once again tussling except in broad daylight. amazing. ]
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I wanted you to get your rest.
[ elysium can't complain when he let thorns sleep on the car ride. ]
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Okay… Do you want me to make it up to you?
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How would you make it up to me?
[ explain. ]
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[ he kicks thorns with his foot. ]
I'll take you out for another walk. Or, what would you count as making it up to you?
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It was supposed to be a walk for your health.
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It sounded more like taking one by yourself felt too lonely?
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[ that is his norm!! why would he get lonely?
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You're the one always around people.
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with no additional context: ]
We have an hour to kill. C'mon.
[ the way he singled out what thorns made for him and failed to look through anything else
anyway ]
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We don't have to. You seem tired.
[ elysium should nap again... ]
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[ he crosses his arms, once again subtly exposing the bite mark in front of thorns. it isn't like he was just in a wrestling match or anything—of course not. ]
I'm already up. Give me my walk.
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but he realizes there is no point in arguing about this because that would be stupid, so he finally gives in and stands up. ]
Fine. Let's get your steps in.
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only thorns… ]
There's something I wanted to do but we didn't get the chance to the other day. It'll be relaxing, so don't mope.
[ knocks thorns' head.
but this is how they end up back on the boardwalk, but more towards the sea this time. 'walk,' he'd said, and yet he just takes his place on a bench and kicks back, the waters an endless expanse spread in front of them. thorns can take a seat next to him or be awkward; he doesn't sit in the middle of it like an asshole. ]
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he stares at the water ahead of them, not saying anything. he remembers their trips to the beach when they were younger and just how simpler things were then. at least, he thought they were simpler. he wonders what else he managed to miss. ]
... mm.
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Takes you back, doesn't it? If it's too boring for you, I don't mind if you look around more or run in a few circles until it's time to go.
[ assigns thorns as hyperactive child who can't stay still. ]
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[ he has to get that out there. also, he technically already got his exercise for the day. it is elysium who has been inactive. ]
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[ the vibe of this conversation is also so different. ]
Thanks for the company, I guess.
[ pat pat pats thorns' head. ]
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[ not the 'i guess'!!! ]
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[ the pats turn into gentle yanks… it's been two seconds and they're back to violence. ]
You haven't promised you'd behave.
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[ he just starts to pinch elysium again if he's yanking his hair. stop that.
why are they five years old. ]
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[ OR
JUST DON'T PROVOKE HIM TO BEGIN WITH? they are four years old. ]
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[ he resists the urge to bite him again.
but he does suddenly stand up. ]
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[ he is doing everything on purpose.
…
he stops tugging. ]
Where are you going?
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he immediately starts giving elysium a noogie now that he has the advantage of height. ]
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as much as i would like to say it is nice and soft and fluffy, his mistakes from last night are barely being held together by wax. thorns' hand is going to feel all disgusting. ]
Ack——my hair!! Stop! I'll have to redo it if you mess it up!
[ they are once again tussling except in broad daylight. amazing. ]
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thorns stops messing with his hair because he is now trying to wipe his hand off of elysium's shirt.
weren't they having a crisis about feelings and boundaries. what happened. ]
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