[ perhaps it really was the salt though...? hmmm. much to think about.
thorns wonder if there is a world where elysium did actually fall in love with someone else. it's odd to think about, considering all signs point to elysium falling first, but if their circumstances were different... ]
Would you still fall in love with me if you got amnesia?
[ stop. it was the fact that he didn't look like the type to pass the salt but did. appearances are deceiving… ]
Would you let me fall in love with anyone else?
[ thorns was not okay just having a rival, and while elysium doesn't know this, their behaviour in this timeline alone has been seeped with desperation. regardless, he presses in close until their thighs touch, settling most of his weight against him. ]
It just sounds like you want to take advantage of my innocence…
What innocence? And if you did I'd haunt you so bad you'd be forced to break up.
[ please don't say this so seriously.
also thorns loves his bbbb but he understands he will never see him again... it's fine though, because he also loves this non-pure elysium as well. he is simply aware there are certain expressions he may never witness again... ]
You joked about me seducing you, but wasn't it the other way around? I was frantically searching for you all over Iberia, and the next thing I knew—you were wearing shirts that cut all the way down from here, to—— [ a deliberate trail of his finger from thorns' collar to his midsection, ] here. Imagine my surprise.
[ but then he lifts his hand even further up to brush thorns' hair out of his eyes. he's mentally preparing himself for thorns' brunette arc… ]
I should be allowed to see you jealous. Just as a treat and in compensation for that. Would you be extra rough…?
If that's what it takes to get you to not look at other people.
[ the way elysium doesn't know about the time elysium lost his mind and had sex with him out in the open on his ship. but also the way that thorns is not aware that happened because elysium was having a minor breakdown and he just thought elysium was being extra h*rny ]
Do you know how big the bald spot would be? [ spoken like thorns has his priorities all wrong because HE DOES!! ] That's the bigger problem.
[ anyway, this is debatably worse considering elysium's the only one who knows about thorns' particular incident. and a bald spot? so much harder to hide. either way, he ushers thorns down by the stream, tearing open the package and squinting at the instructions.
hmm… he has not thought to use dye before but it should be fine… ]
… I should probably give us haircuts while I'm at it.
[ he runs another hand through thorns' hair. he sounds so melancholic. ]
I can always shave all my hair off it it's easier.
[ stop trying to go bald just because it's easier.
thorns will pick up the other dye to read the instructions. why is this so much mixing... wait, that might be fun. this is the closest he will get to experimenting in a while. ]
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[ he says this so gravely, as if this will ever be an actual scenario they'd have to contend with.
they're so stupid. ]
Every life I give you has to be a good one.
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Stop right there. So long as you're by my side, any life you're a part of is automatically a good one. Don't overthink it.
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[ why settle for only good when it can be great?
this is his insanity speaking. ]
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Be there from start to finish and fall in love at first sight. That's what matters the most.
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thorns holds out more fish for him. ]
Did you fall in love at first sight?
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[ people would not think they get along because they're both such weirdos, but that is exactly why. he chomps into the fish. ]
You really surprised me when you handed me that saltshaker.
[ he couldn't pick a better moment than this ]
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in the end, they still made a connection, which is something that neither of them really did that deeply. ]
So, was it me or the salt?
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[ makes it sound like he solved the world's hardest puzzle. ]
There was no one who would ever come after you, so it should could as love at first sight anyway. You were the most fun to hang around with.
[ 'fun' thorns probably just tolerated him at most. but what is that if not love!!!!!!!! ]
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thorns wonder if there is a world where elysium did actually fall in love with someone else. it's odd to think about, considering all signs point to elysium falling first, but if their circumstances were different... ]
Would you still fall in love with me if you got amnesia?
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Would you let me fall in love with anyone else?
[ thorns was not okay just having a rival, and while elysium doesn't know this, their behaviour in this timeline alone has been seeped with desperation. regardless, he presses in close until their thighs touch, settling most of his weight against him. ]
It just sounds like you want to take advantage of my innocence…
[ does thorns want him to larp being a bbbb… ]
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[ please don't say this so seriously.
also thorns loves his bbbb but he understands he will never see him again... it's fine though, because he also loves this non-pure elysium as well. he is simply aware there are certain expressions he may never witness again... ]
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You joked about me seducing you, but wasn't it the other way around? I was frantically searching for you all over Iberia, and the next thing I knew—you were wearing shirts that cut all the way down from here, to—— [ a deliberate trail of his finger from thorns' collar to his midsection, ] here. Imagine my surprise.
[ but then he lifts his hand even further up to brush thorns' hair out of his eyes. he's mentally preparing himself for thorns' brunette arc… ]
I should be allowed to see you jealous. Just as a treat and in compensation for that. Would you be extra rough…?
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[ the way elysium doesn't know about the time elysium lost his mind and had sex with him out in the open on his ship. but also the way that thorns is not aware that happened because elysium was having a minor breakdown and he just thought elysium was being extra h*rny ]
... Should I wear less for you?
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he stares at thorns… and takes his time with it, as if this requires serious consideration… ]
You're a married man. What do you think?
[ what is this supposed to mean. ]
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but thorns also considers this question, like it's something very important? well, if it involved elysium in any way, then it is important. ]
I should wear more.
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It's good not to get sunburnt.
[ his turn to be animal crossing flowers. they are such simple creatures. ]
We should get started on the dye. It's getting dark, so you'll probably have to help with a few lights when it does.
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since it's like
three colors. elysium your hair. ]
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[ red part included…… but he isn't really thinking about that.
he runs his hand through thorns' hair, tucking it behind his ear. ]
But we'll have to bleach yours a little, and that's where most the time goes.
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he just stares at the lil tuft in early mourning. oh, how you never know how good you had it until it's gone... ]
Okay. Let's get this over with.
[ thorns doesn't care about his own hair but... his beautiful pigeon... ]
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[ just
leans his whole head forward ]
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thorns does reach over to grab the strands and pulls.
but not enough to actually take any hair out. ]
Masochist.
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[ he just laughs and lets out a very pathetic ow. ]
You never do. You're too nice.
[ that and elysium would never forgive him… ]
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he twirls the hair around his finger. ]
It seems like it'd hurt.
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[ anyway, this is debatably worse considering elysium's the only one who knows about thorns' particular incident. and a bald spot? so much harder to hide. either way, he ushers thorns down by the stream, tearing open the package and squinting at the instructions.
hmm… he has not thought to use dye before but it should be fine… ]
… I should probably give us haircuts while I'm at it.
[ he runs another hand through thorns' hair. he sounds so melancholic. ]
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[ stop trying to go bald just because it's easier.
thorns will pick up the other dye to read the instructions. why is this so much mixing... wait, that might be fun. this is the closest he will get to experimenting in a while. ]
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