[ he's going to look so edgy by the time they're done he can join thorns' band.
but he realises thorns is not seeing the real concern here so maybe they can pretend there is no concern…? it really would be so much easier if he did them himself but thorns seemed so distraught about it. this is going to be a real test of love.
very reluctantly, he hands the box back over… thorns will have to pry it a little from his fingers. ]
thorns spends an ungodly amount of time reading the directions before he begins. he is really dealing with this like it's a science experiment instead of doing someone's hair. ]
but then he will get to work on his actual hair... it's fine... he is being so careful, but mostly because he doesn't want to mess up the feathers. they are so important to him. ]
therein lies the exact problem. the feathers almost… flutter? the longer thorns works on them, a little like they're ticklish. or sensitive. it's hard to tell. elysium is very obviously fighting not to squirm under the attention. life is hell. ]
it's also so hard not to try to play with the feathers, since he is fully aware elysium seems extra sensitive with them. thinks of all the times he licked them. ]
[ the feathers fluff up like they're begging to be touched, trembling faintly when they're doused instead. the closer thorns' hands get to their base, the warmer his face burns. ]
[ how is it his fault that elysium is extra sensitive in the one place thorns currently has to touch a lot!!! who was it who said that thorns needed to do a very thorough job?
[ he grumbles about how unfair this is, that thorns should have obvious weak points too, and that he's definitely not showing as much mercy the next time something gets stuck up his ass like this is a thing he's going to make happen.
not that the two situations are remotely comparable, but okay. some people live to be dramatic. ]
[ it was elysium's fault that happened thorns is going to kill him
but he will do his best to get the dye in every spot of his hair. yes thorns spends more time at his feathers that is necessary, but elysium cannot prove it. so it's fine. ]
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thorns sobers up at the mention of them. he loves those feathers so much. ]
I wouldn't mess those up. They're mine.
[ they are his heart... ]
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but he realises thorns is not seeing the real concern here so maybe they can pretend there is no concern…? it really would be so much easier if he did them himself but thorns seemed so distraught about it. this is going to be a real test of love.
very reluctantly, he hands the box back over… thorns will have to pry it a little from his fingers. ]
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they struggle for a second over this box until thorns manages to yank it out of his hands. he is starting to get offended over this lack of trust. ]
I'm not going to sabotage your hair. I don't want you to be too embarrassed to walk outside with me.
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the return of thorns' bbbb… ]
Mm…
[ the sound of a man who will believe it when he sees it ]
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thorns sits up again to squish elysium's cheeks.... ]
Baby.
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[ he pinches thorns' cheek back. he's allowed to mourn his beautiful and todo natural tri-coloured hair, okay.
but also fear for the next half hour of his life. ]
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[ he says this but like
elysium would end up suffering from that as well. he can't win from this. ]
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You could've at least picked something that'd make me feel better…
[ just put him out of his misery ]
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he starts kissing his face, and then pats him consolingly as if he didn't cause this problem in the first place. ]
I'll take care of you.
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truly the last 48 hours have been such a ride. ]
Don't forget what you've just said. I'll remember this.
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he steals a follow-up kiss immediately after. ]
Ready?
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Mm…
[ this edging is horrendous. ]
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thorns spends an ungodly amount of time reading the directions before he begins. he is really dealing with this like it's a science experiment instead of doing someone's hair. ]
I'm being good. I'm following directions.
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like, he wants thorns to do a good job but also: ]
My neck is starting to hurt…
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but then he will get to work on his actual hair... it's fine... he is being so careful, but mostly because he doesn't want to mess up the feathers. they are so important to him. ]
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therein lies the exact problem. the feathers almost… flutter? the longer thorns works on them, a little like they're ticklish. or sensitive. it's hard to tell. elysium is very obviously fighting not to squirm under the attention. life is hell. ]
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[ he just calls it out.
it's also so hard not to try to play with the feathers, since he is fully aware elysium seems extra sensitive with them. thinks of all the times he licked them. ]
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[ the feathers fluff up like they're begging to be touched, trembling faintly when they're doused instead. the closer thorns' hands get to their base, the warmer his face burns. ]
You said you'd take care of me.
[ STERN REMINDER #1 ]
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[ how is it his fault that elysium is extra sensitive in the one place thorns currently has to touch a lot!!! who was it who said that thorns needed to do a very thorough job?
appreciate him... ]
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just continues to stew very angrily while occasionally twitching in his spot. bye. ]
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[ elysium is just sooo cute
thorns is very pleased? he enjoys this exchange between them. ]
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[ he grumbles about how unfair this is, that thorns should have obvious weak points too, and that he's definitely not showing as much mercy the next time something gets stuck up his ass like this is a thing he's going to make happen.
not that the two situations are remotely comparable, but okay. some people live to be dramatic. ]
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[ it was elysium's fault that happened thorns is going to kill him
but he will do his best to get the dye in every spot of his hair. yes thorns spends more time at his feathers that is necessary, but elysium cannot prove it. so it's fine. ]
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but by the end of it, he is so overstimulated he's ready to snap thorns over his knee. thorns cannot kill him if he intends to kill thorns first. ]
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[ the black hair is affecting him on a psychological level… this is his villain origin story. ]
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[ he says, after it was that bad for elysium.
thorns gives him a congratulatory pat. ]
What now?
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