[ me whenever i notice new thorns faces we are so dangerously close to reaching the limit i don't like this
he starts cleaning thorns out again but this time excruciatingly slowly. this might be worse somehow. not to say he would feel inconvenienced by thorns being unable to walk… he could carry thorns everywhere? that'd be so nice.
[ the way if thorns did this by himself he would be done already but instead he suffers. however elysium seemed so sad so thorns could not tell him no... this is also a disease. what happened to the days when thorns would tell him off for every little thing, now if he does he will eventually end up folding afterwards.
[ those days literally ended a year into friendship let's be real. thorns has not been very good at telling him no in modern au either… it's all performative…
with his thanks, he pauses long enough to press a gentle kiss on his mouth. ]
I have to look after my husband and take responsibility for him.
[ they still haven't gotten married yet. neither of them are pointing this out and they will eventually reach a point where they need to present marriage papers for something and will be shocked.
[ they were on the run and didn't have the chance to grab their papers, their circumstances are so tragic. they'll just have to get married a second time to make up for the first time that totally happened.
but what should have taken only a few minutes drags on for half an hour. he sniffles. ]
Does it feel like everything's out?
[ equates being gentle to being slow. he was soooo gentle. ]
[ the way thorns doesn't want to criticize this either. but this isn't because he's being nice, but because he thinks it might make elysium's brain combust and he won't know how to proceed from there. it might be better to physically show him the example later.
[ elysium's brain is already so close to malfunctioning, good call. they have had no problems with cleanup until now…? though, they've also never been this filthy before.
[ sadly thorns does think elysium is cute. will this propaganda work? only time will tell until elysium does something else that pisses him off.
for now, they can walk back to their tent and get settled in again. it's funny because thorns can't even get too mad at elysium not letting him get up because technically he is the one who started going crazy when elysium left the bed. ]
[ not his shitty propaganda working, even if just for the time being…
but they can go back to being their pure, wholesome selves; the kind of pure and wholesome that won't even let the other take a bathroom break without enforcing the buddy system. it's a dangerous world out there? this is valid.
they can even sleep in this time, considering how little rest they've gotten the nights before. elysium's clinging does not get any better. ]
[ thorns can't curl into elysium because elysium's busy curling into him. sure, there's some uv protection built into the tent's fabric, but he's now convinced they should've made it stronger—who cares if they weren't meant for sleeping in? way too much light is still filtering through.
okay, well, he's just going to quiet down again and not be the first one to rise. he will canoodle all day if given the chance… this is such a novelty? during their last day at rhodes they were pretty much all over each over, but even that had its interruptions.
[ it was the choice all along except that it is such an insane choice and it took many failed attempts for them to finally settle on it instead of daydreaming. is this good? unsure.
but he just kisses the side of his face to make him feel better. ]
[ he only had the best sleep of his life. no big deal. he knows thorns might not share the sentiment after elysium's already caught him drifting off into thought more than once, but from his perspective, there's only up from here. he has the rest of their lives to prove this was the best choice they could've ever made, not knowing there was a life out there where they sailed iberia's seas together.
he answers with a half-nip, half-kiss to thorns' cheek. it carries the same energy as those videos of birds pecking their partners over and over out of sheer affection. ]
Mm. [ DOESN'T ANSWER. ] I'll work hard to get you a bed.
[ just. laughs. because clearly that is the source of thorns' discomfort not the fact that they went to pound town. ]
[ well, they could also stay at an inn but it seems like they have chosen to not renter society until they absolutely have to restock. this is their honeymoon in solitude. ]
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thorns waits as nothing happens. ]
I can do it myself...?
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there is another period of silence.
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I want to help.
[ HIS PRAISE!!!!! ]
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but they seem to have run into an issue here. thorns just looks at him before signing and leaning in against him. ]
You can do what you want, mi corazon.
[ if he wants to be rough he can be rough, thorns will just never walk again after. ]
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he starts cleaning thorns out again but this time excruciatingly slowly. this might be worse somehow. not to say he would feel inconvenienced by thorns being unable to walk… he could carry thorns everywhere? that'd be so nice.
but. anyway. there he goes. ]
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their brains are so soup. ]
Thanks.
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with his thanks, he pauses long enough to press a gentle kiss on his mouth. ]
I have to look after my husband and take responsibility for him.
[ solemnly. ]
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he just kisses him back. ]
What a good nurse.
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but what should have taken only a few minutes drags on for half an hour. he sniffles. ]
Does it feel like everything's out?
[ equates being gentle to being slow. he was soooo gentle. ]
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he just gives him another kiss. ]
Yeah. Good job.
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he kisses thorns back. ]
Not mad anymore?
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I was never mad.
[ wanting to k*ll elysium and being mad at him can often be two different emotions. ]
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[ he is putting money where his mouth is he is acting sooooo cute thorns should never want to kill him again.
he shyly kisses thorns an nth time. ]
I'll carry you for as long as you want me to. But we can tuck back in for now…
[ not them waking up in the middle of the night for this ]
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for now, they can walk back to their tent and get settled in again. it's funny because thorns can't even get too mad at elysium not letting him get up because technically he is the one who started going crazy when elysium left the bed. ]
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but they can go back to being their pure, wholesome selves; the kind of pure and wholesome that won't even let the other take a bathroom break without enforcing the buddy system. it's a dangerous world out there? this is valid.
they can even sleep in this time, considering how little rest they've gotten the nights before. elysium's clinging does not get any better. ]
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but they can sleep in until their tent brightens up from the surrounding sunlight. thorns curls more into elysium, mumbling something unintelligible.
... ]
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he groans. ]
Can the Corazonix block off the sun…?
[ shut up ]
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but then he pinches elysium. that is his answer. ]
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okay, well, he's just going to quiet down again and not be the first one to rise. he will canoodle all day if given the chance… this is such a novelty? during their last day at rhodes they were pretty much all over each over, but even that had its interruptions.
running away was the right choice all along…… ]
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but he just kisses the side of his face to make him feel better. ]
Did you manage to sleep well?
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he answers with a half-nip, half-kiss to thorns' cheek. it carries the same energy as those videos of birds pecking their partners over and over out of sheer affection. ]
Mm. [ DOESN'T ANSWER. ] I'll work hard to get you a bed.
[ just. laughs. because clearly that is the source of thorns' discomfort not the fact that they went to pound town. ]
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[ is sleeping on the ground good for beauty habits? thorns has no idea but it sounds stupid enough to be an issue.
he sits up, but it's only so that he can stretch and not to get up. ]
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if only to drape himself over thorns' shoulders. if thorns cannot keep stretching like this it is a skill issue. ]
We have to think about your back…
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[ well, they could also stay at an inn but it seems like they have chosen to not renter society until they absolutely have to restock. this is their honeymoon in solitude. ]
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[ those ridiculous couple exercises ]
… Want me to handle cleanup?
[ at least he does not outright ask thorns about his ass this time ]
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[ he does not want to be completely useless. because he definitely will be once they actually start moving... ]
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