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. ]
[ he's dead inside. he is probably such a visual with his hair still wet and entirely black. thorns' seagull is now a r̴̭̻̩͗͋a̵̼̥͕̕ṿ̴̻̽͂e̴̡̽n̷̜̘͑̕͜͝… ]
[ help. he pulls thorns into his lap and sinks against him. the immediate answer is no, punctuated with kisses and aggressive bites trailing from his ear down to his shoulder.
the eventual answer: ]
When I haven't even started on my revenge? Not a chance.
[ however, he isn't really complaining about this.
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the black is definitely going to take a while to get used to, but this is better than plucking his feathers. a thing elysium definitely would not have been able to go through with after what just happened during a less extreme act. ]
[ i have truly read so much about birds and their stupid feathers in the last few days. he also would've probably started bleeding everywhere which is not exactly ideal.
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he decides to bite down extra hard. ]
My image's completely changed. Should I lean into it?
[ his hand glides down the length of thorns' arm, then veers with a languid ease toward his front, fingers hovering just shy of slipping beneath his hem. ]
I wouldn't be much of a wanted man if I were gentle.
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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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[ he's dead inside. he is probably such a visual with his hair still wet and entirely black. thorns' seagull is now a r̴̭̻̩͗͋a̵̼̥͕̕ṿ̴̻̽͂e̴̡̽n̷̜̘͑̕͜͝… ]
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Are you done being a baby?
[ please stop antagonizing him. ]
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the eventual answer: ]
When I haven't even started on my revenge? Not a chance.
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[ however, he isn't really complaining about this.
....
the black is definitely going to take a while to get used to, but this is better than plucking his feathers. a thing elysium definitely would not have been able to go through with after what just happened during a less extreme act. ]
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he decides to bite down extra hard. ]
My image's completely changed. Should I lean into it?
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he squirms at the bite, but doesn't try to move away from it. ]
Hm. Are you going to be rougher, then?
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[ his hand glides down the length of thorns' arm, then veers with a languid ease toward his front, fingers hovering just shy of slipping beneath his hem. ]
I wouldn't be much of a wanted man if I were gentle.
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thorns just leans into the touch instead of pointing that out, not wanting to break their larp. they need to stop, they're outside. ]
You always turn me on. So I like it when you go further.
[ the base level is being h*rny ]
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