[ they've technically been edged since the ship; this was only a natural conclusion to events once they found the slightest bit of privacy away from civilisation.
but he hums in appreciation as his hand slips beneath the curtain of thorns' clothing, fingers finding his shaft and teasing around it before coaxing it out into the open air. ]
It'll be trouble if you can't move tomorrow.
[ said like this isn't his problem. hm. ]
Mm… but limit testing sounds kind of exciting. You seem to recover so quickly no matter how hard I go.
[ once again thinking about thorns' passive. on the run is not the time for this but at the same time, what makes you break past your limits more than your life being on the line? insane. ]
[ they made it a little over forty-eight hours (citation needed) without banging. good for them. but now, out in the middle of nowhere with only the night as their veil, they're free to be as shamelessly nasty as they want.
sure, part of this is payback for thorns' bullying and he fully intends to return the favor, but in the same span of time, he's also grown objectively more unhinged. he wants to etch himself into thorns, into every nerve and fibre of his being, until the only thing left to do is drag his name out of thorns' throat raw and unrestrained from the bottom of his soul. sue him.
he'll try to time it perfectly, push thorns over the edge at the peak of it it, and at this point, there's no excuse for this kind of behavior. they are outside.
does thorns want to check elysium into a psychiatric ward yet. ]
thorns, instead of being concerned about elysium, just slumps against him and starts to nibble at his ear idly. sorry, the only thing he can see is hearts and the most amazing person in the world before him. will he be able to walk later?
well, he doesn't need to walk now, and that's what matters. ]
[ it tickles, but it's nowhere near as much as it would if thorns dragged himself just a touch lower. elysium's hand cradles thorns' cheek before sliding down to his chin, tilting it upward as though he's appraising a particularly exquisite gem. ]
You can still use your voice? That's surprising.
[ he draws thorns up until he's nearly straddling his lap, close enough to steal the breath from his mouth. he does—once, then twice. ]
Yeah. Until you can't say—or call—anyone else's name. If you've got this much energy left, then show me how much you want it.
[ please don't look at elysium for any impulse control whatsoever that was gone, like, two timelines ago ]
but thorns just grabs elysium's wrist and moves it until his hand is over thorns' h*le. he may regret this in a few hours, but right now it's the only thing that matters. because it's true that how much they can be intimate with each other may lessen (instead of banging every day it might be every few days, wow) so they need to do as much as they can when they can.
[ what a thing to say. his hands stay poised where they are, and unless thorns inserts them himself, they aren't moving anywhere or in any way that would be gratifying. he laughs a light, amused sound, fingers curling just before thorns' entrance. ]
Now that's an in. [ double entendres. ] We're runaways and my husband ended up sick mid-journey. We need a place to stay; in the meantime, I'm good with my hands and willing to do any work that comes my way.
[ he presses against his fingers, a low whine coming out of his throat that elysium isn't doing anything while ignoring that they literally just finished. it's fine. ]
Maybe I should have bought a dress instead? Lingerie?
[ their asses are so broke they shouldn't be thinking about dresses and lingerie but elysium's mind is wandering in that direction anyway. if thorns needed more encouragement that it's an excellent and completely fiscally responsible idea, elysium's his fingers provide it, curling against the very spot he knows will make thorns sing. ]
You'd look nice in lace. [ he whispers, breath hot and reverent. his eyelids flutter, heat once again pooling low. ] —You'd look even nicer with the lace thoroughly debauched.
[ this really should not be anything they should be talking about, but here we are.
the thing is, he would also like to see elysium in this, but he is at least aware that the current scenario (cursed) does not really fall into that so he won't bring it up right this second. but he will like to see elysium in lace too, thank you.
for now, he just bites elysium to try to drown out a moan. ]
[ with the way things are going, they literally won't have access to a nice lingerie store for another few weeks or even months. so all they're doing is making things worse for themselves unless thorns can suddenly transmute lace—sad!!
but that realisation will have to come later, or maybe that's even the point. he moans, low, at the feeling of thorns' teeth sinking into his skin.
without the explicit order, he isn't terribly patient these days, pulling his fingers out to pin thorns onto his back. ]
They'd all be my favourite. [ he leans in to kiss him on the mouth, biting down on his lip. ] Why don't you surprise me?
[ he has his praise kink, yes, but thorns also wanting his validation is empowering in its own way… it's cute… ]
[ when they genuinely have no idea what each day is going to look like, it is nice to have small things to potentially look forward to. a little reward for getting through each day together and alive.
they threw away so much and thorns wants to make sure that elysium still gets nice things. he should never settle for less than that. ]
[ he has his nice thing! it's getting to start and end every day with thorns. it is such a novelty that it alone is enough to get through each day.
what's a better way of filling up the empty part of themselves than with each other? it's not settling when it's genuinely the best thing that's happened to him. he wonders why they didn't just do it sooner. ]
[ that's not fine that is gross but thorns is only seeing elysium give a request and is like 'yay ❤️'
the way that even though they had to quickly grab what they considered most important and run off, presumably lube would have been considered one of those things. explodes them. ]
anyway, lube has officially become one of those essentials like their gear at this point; you never know when you'll need it, and it never hurts to be careful. which, fine, except they keep finding increasingly ridiculous use cases for it that absolutely should not exist.
at the very least, once everything's over: ]
When it gets too uncomfortable, I'll help clean you up.
for now, though, thorns just settles against elysium and kisses his face. he is definitely going to struggle tomorrow and they will both be hit with the reality that they are so bad at ignoring things that will be a pain in the ass later (literal).
[ they aren't even on a mattress or anything. they need so much help.
regardless, he welcomes the cuddling, pulling thorns into his arms and wrapping them both in whatever's at hand, be it a jacket or a blanket. he presses a kiss to thorns' forehead and holds him as tightly as he can, as if that alone might be enough to keep everything else out. ]
Cold? I'll keep you warm.
[ he is soooo happy. thorns is sooooo cute. ]
Saying I love you doesn't feel like it's enough anymore. But——I love you, mi mundo.
[ are the feelings something much more bigger and complicated than just romantic love? yes. it's something that's been twisted into something darker, but is still beautiful anyway. it's an emotion that's worth protecting. no matter what. ] I You're so beautiful.
[ a love that's been stained black, you could say………
in response, he takes one of thorns' hands and guides it upward, pressing his cheek into the cool of his palm. he leans in, nuzzling against it before brushing soft kisses across each and every callus. ]
I was always yours from the start. But now——aren't I even more so? This version of me can be yours alone. Who else will ever get to know me like this?
No one.
[ unlike the elysium who dreamed of being a catastrophe messenger for others and the elysium who was rhodes' communications specialist—now, he's just thorns. and there is nothing in the world more serendipitous than that. ]
[ the way that this could be considered a bad end in every other pov.
but thorns can only really think of how grateful he is that this timeline is working out? they are both together and in love and everything is going amazing for them? ]
And you're the only one who will ever know me. Forever.
[ the way otomes are objectively wrong about some of their bad ends and this would be one of the cases. they are together forever and due for marriage, what more could they want?
well, there is thorns and his yearning for their life on the high seas but that can be fixed :) with time :) who needs the waters? who needs iberia? not them. ]
That's exactly how it should be. Not even death will do us part.
[ thorns is agreeing to this but the second elysium dies before he does he is going to lose his goddamn mind. but that isn't something that me happening right now, so he doesn't have to think about it. ]
Mm. [ ... ] What time should we be up tomorrow?
[ this sounds responsible but he mostly just wants to know if they can mess around longer or if they have to sleep soon. ]
[ hello what happened to them romantically dying together, i say, like elysium is capable of any rational decisions anymore if thorns happens to be the one to kick the bucket first. they can only hope that something takes them both out together, but that is such a tall ask.
on the subject of asks—they could get up early, reach a settlement early, and get to working towards… something? early, but they could also continue to leisurely take their time. they've gotten through the most dangerous leg of being on the run, and it's a little hard not to want to reap the rewards of it the moment they can.
but also, this is part them being stupidly self-sufficient and people that'd be taken to a deserted island with for both similar and different reasons. if elysium doesn't have to share thorns just yet, why should he? they haven't even begun to dig into their non-perishables. ]
What time do you want to be up by? I don't think we need to be in any rush. Don't be so eager to meet new people.
[ honestly, the main pro to leaving earlier is that it means they can get a lot of distance in before the sun is at its height, and also before night falls. being lazy about it means it'll take much longer to get anywhere.
but... that might not be bad? they just need to be smart about their provisions, and even if they're both making deeply insane decisions at the moment, they know how to live with limited resources. ]
Yeah. The only place we need to be is by each other's sides and we're already there.
[ will it stop him from wanting to wake up a little early to do one of his favourite deeply unwell activities of watching thorns sleep? no. but it is a marvel how this is now their future—they have no one to answer to but themselves. come morning, they could theoretically spend the brunt of it in their arms.
assuming they'd set up the tent some time before the dye jobs, he's back to stroking a hand along thorns' back in slow, soothing passes. ]
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but he hums in appreciation as his hand slips beneath the curtain of thorns' clothing, fingers finding his shaft and teasing around it before coaxing it out into the open air. ]
It'll be trouble if you can't move tomorrow.
[ said like this isn't his problem. hm. ]
Mm… but limit testing sounds kind of exciting. You seem to recover so quickly no matter how hard I go.
[ once again thinking about thorns' passive. on the run is not the time for this but at the same time, what makes you break past your limits more than your life being on the line? insane. ]
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thorns lets out a small gasp, and leans forward to set his forehead against elysium's shoulder. ]
Then just go harder. We can see how it goes.
[ if he can't walk then he can't walk they do not have a deadline. ]
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sure, part of this is payback for thorns' bullying and he fully intends to return the favor, but in the same span of time, he's also grown objectively more unhinged. he wants to etch himself into thorns, into every nerve and fibre of his being, until the only thing left to do is drag his name out of thorns' throat raw and unrestrained from the bottom of his soul. sue him.
he'll try to time it perfectly, push thorns over the edge at the peak of it it, and at this point, there's no excuse for this kind of behavior. they are outside.
does thorns want to check elysium into a psychiatric ward yet. ]
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thorns, instead of being concerned about elysium, just slumps against him and starts to nibble at his ear idly. sorry, the only thing he can see is hearts and the most amazing person in the world before him. will he be able to walk later?
well, he doesn't need to walk now, and that's what matters. ]
Can we go again?
[ please don't you're outside ]
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You can still use your voice? That's surprising.
[ he draws thorns up until he's nearly straddling his lap, close enough to steal the breath from his mouth. he does—once, then twice. ]
Yeah. Until you can't say—or call—anyone else's name. If you've got this much energy left, then show me how much you want it.
[ please don't look at elysium for any impulse control whatsoever that was gone, like, two timelines ago ]
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but thorns just grabs elysium's wrist and moves it until his hand is over thorns' h*le. he may regret this in a few hours, but right now it's the only thing that matters. because it's true that how much they can be intimate with each other may lessen (instead of banging every day it might be every few days, wow) so they need to do as much as they can when they can.
he does not consider being normal instead. ]
I hope you're ready to carry me.
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[ what a thing to say. his hands stay poised where they are, and unless thorns inserts them himself, they aren't moving anywhere or in any way that would be gratifying. he laughs a light, amused sound, fingers curling just before thorns' entrance. ]
Now that's an in. [ double entendres. ] We're runaways and my husband ended up sick mid-journey. We need a place to stay; in the meantime, I'm good with my hands and willing to do any work that comes my way.
Ah.
Should I be calling you wifey?
[ hehe… ]
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[ he presses against his fingers, a low whine coming out of his throat that elysium isn't doing anything while ignoring that they literally just finished. it's fine. ]
Maybe I should have bought a dress instead? Lingerie?
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You'd look nice in lace. [ he whispers, breath hot and reverent. his eyelids flutter, heat once again pooling low. ] —You'd look even nicer with the lace thoroughly debauched.
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the thing is, he would also like to see elysium in this, but he is at least aware that the current scenario (cursed) does not really fall into that so he won't bring it up right this second. but he will like to see elysium in lace too, thank you.
for now, he just bites elysium to try to drown out a moan. ]
You can pick out your favorite.
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but that realisation will have to come later, or maybe that's even the point. he moans, low, at the feeling of thorns' teeth sinking into his skin.
without the explicit order, he isn't terribly patient these days, pulling his fingers out to pin thorns onto his back. ]
They'd all be my favourite. [ he leans in to kiss him on the mouth, biting down on his lip. ] Why don't you surprise me?
[ he has his praise kink, yes, but thorns also wanting his validation is empowering in its own way… it's cute… ]
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they threw away so much and thorns wants to make sure that elysium still gets nice things. he should never settle for less than that. ]
Okay. You can't complain.
[ he licks over the skin he bit. ]
Can you come inside me?
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what's a better way of filling up the empty part of themselves than with each other? it's not settling when it's genuinely the best thing that's happened to him. he wonders why they didn't just do it sooner. ]
Only if you keep me inside of you in turn. Well?
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[ that's not fine that is gross but thorns is only seeing elysium give a request and is like 'yay ❤️'
the way that even though they had to quickly grab what they considered most important and run off, presumably lube would have been considered one of those things. explodes them. ]
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anyway, lube has officially become one of those essentials like their gear at this point; you never know when you'll need it, and it never hurts to be careful. which, fine, except they keep finding increasingly ridiculous use cases for it that absolutely should not exist.
at the very least, once everything's over: ]
When it gets too uncomfortable, I'll help clean you up.
[ so benevolent ]
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for now, though, thorns just settles against elysium and kisses his face. he is definitely going to struggle tomorrow and they will both be hit with the reality that they are so bad at ignoring things that will be a pain in the ass later (literal).
but right now it's worth it. ]
Hi.
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regardless, he welcomes the cuddling, pulling thorns into his arms and wrapping them both in whatever's at hand, be it a jacket or a blanket. he presses a kiss to thorns' forehead and holds him as tightly as he can, as if that alone might be enough to keep everything else out. ]
Cold? I'll keep you warm.
[ he is soooo happy. thorns is sooooo cute. ]
Saying I love you doesn't feel like it's enough anymore. But——I love you, mi mundo.
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[ are the feelings something much more bigger and complicated than just romantic love? yes. it's something that's been twisted into something darker, but is still beautiful anyway. it's an emotion that's worth protecting. no matter what. ]
I
You're so beautiful.
[ even as a raven......... ]
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in response, he takes one of thorns' hands and guides it upward, pressing his cheek into the cool of his palm. he leans in, nuzzling against it before brushing soft kisses across each and every callus. ]
I was always yours from the start. But now——aren't I even more so? This version of me can be yours alone. Who else will ever get to know me like this?
No one.
[ unlike the elysium who dreamed of being a catastrophe messenger for others and the elysium who was rhodes' communications specialist—now, he's just thorns. and there is nothing in the world more serendipitous than that. ]
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but thorns can only really think of how grateful he is that this timeline is working out? they are both together and in love and everything is going amazing for them? ]
And you're the only one who will ever know me. Forever.
[ there is no doubt for this. ]
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well, there is thorns and his yearning for their life on the high seas but that can be fixed :) with time :) who needs the waters? who needs iberia? not them. ]
That's exactly how it should be. Not even death will do us part.
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Mm. [ ... ] What time should we be up tomorrow?
[ this sounds responsible but he mostly just wants to know if they can mess around longer or if they have to sleep soon. ]
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on the subject of asks—they could get up early, reach a settlement early, and get to working towards… something? early, but they could also continue to leisurely take their time. they've gotten through the most dangerous leg of being on the run, and it's a little hard not to want to reap the rewards of it the moment they can.
but also, this is part them being stupidly self-sufficient and people that'd be taken to a deserted island with for both similar and different reasons. if elysium doesn't have to share thorns just yet, why should he? they haven't even begun to dig into their non-perishables. ]
What time do you want to be up by? I don't think we need to be in any rush. Don't be so eager to meet new people.
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[ honestly, the main pro to leaving earlier is that it means they can get a lot of distance in before the sun is at its height, and also before night falls. being lazy about it means it'll take much longer to get anywhere.
but... that might not be bad? they just need to be smart about their provisions, and even if they're both making deeply insane decisions at the moment, they know how to live with limited resources. ]
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[ will it stop him from wanting to wake up a little early to do one of his favourite deeply unwell activities of watching thorns sleep? no. but it is a marvel how this is now their future—they have no one to answer to but themselves. come morning, they could theoretically spend the brunt of it in their arms.
assuming they'd set up the tent some time before the dye jobs, he's back to stroking a hand along thorns' back in slow, soothing passes. ]
Sweetest dreams.
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