[ 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. ]
[ elysium did say he'd help thorns clean up any time
he's welcome to wake him up…… if he's that uncomfortable… elysium falls asleep so peacefully though? he's a mimir. they really would have contributed to the c*m fountain. much to think about.
thorns just dies here because presumably elysium is clinging to him like he normally does. he will eventually make an attempt to carefully wiggle out of his grasp without disturbing him. ]
[ very funny that thorns thinks he can weasel out when one of the very reasons they started sleeping like this was so the other wouldn't disappear into nowhere
seconds into trying to wrest himself free like this, elysium starts to stir… thorns' move… ]
the moment he stops moving, elysium just sighs happily and rubs his face back into thorns' hair. if they had a background track for this, it's like they are rapidly oscillating between heaven and hell… it's fine. ]
isn't his bbbb's face all he needs? isn't he the cutest thing in the world? he continues rubbing against thorns in his sleep like an oversized creature, but at the same time
is that? a smile he feels against his skin? hmmmmmmm ]
[ he didn't want to wake him up but he could no longer stand this feeling... he is used to being dirty but this is such an awkward placement. set him free. ]
don't just say that as a grown man. die. but he lets out a sigh as he rises, sweeping thorns up into a princess carry before pressing a kiss to his forehead. ]
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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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I GUESS HE IS GOING TO SLEEP WITH C*M UP HIS ASS ]
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he's welcome to wake him up…… if he's that uncomfortable… elysium falls asleep so peacefully though? he's a mimir. they really would have contributed to the c*m fountain. much to think about.
don't bully him next time. ]
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thorns just dies here because presumably elysium is clinging to him like he normally does. he will eventually make an attempt to carefully wiggle out of his grasp without disturbing him. ]
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seconds into trying to wrest himself free like this, elysium starts to stir… thorns' move… ]
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this has the same atmosphere of someone in a den of lions and trying not to wake them up. ]
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the moment he stops moving, elysium just sighs happily and rubs his face back into thorns' hair. if they had a background track for this, it's like they are rapidly oscillating between heaven and hell… it's fine. ]
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this is the stupidest problem to have. thorns just tries to go back to sleep but he cannot focus on anything else now that he has woken up. ]
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isn't his bbbb's face all he needs? isn't he the cutest thing in the world? he continues rubbing against thorns in his sleep like an oversized creature, but at the same time
is that? a smile he feels against his skin? hmmmmmmm ]
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he is going to try to wiggle out of his grasp again to see what happens. ]
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his bbbb droops… and whines in his sleep(?). where is thorns going. nowhere. ]
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thorns is so weak to his bbbb... but he can't live like this. he is going to have to set up rules about cleanup later. ]
Why...
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[ that's why.
give it maybe ten-fifteen more minutes of hell if thorns lasts that long. ]
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he stares at the spring longingly. ]
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the horror music is back. without stirring or even opening his eyes: ]
What are you looking at?
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How long have you been awake?
[ does he need to k*ll him? ]
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Were you trying to go somewhere?
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[ he has post nut clarity now and he thinks past him was stupid and could only process h*rny thoughts, and now look where he is now. ]
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I said I'd help you.
[ they can't do things by themselves that's simply not how it works? ]
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[ he didn't want to wake him up but he could no longer stand this feeling... he is used to being dirty but this is such an awkward placement. set him free. ]
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[ 🥺
don't just say that as a grown man. die. but he lets out a sigh as he rises, sweeping thorns up into a princess carry before pressing a kiss to his forehead. ]
You did good.
[ DON'T JUST SAY THIS EITHER ]
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