[ 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. ]
[ he leans back, ready to settle into basking under the sun… then jolts upright, remembering that he literally just said he'd be productive. ahem, ahem. after tidying up the campsite with some effort, he crouches down and offers his back to thorns. he'll have to hold onto his bag and the flag, but that presumably beats walking. ]
Get on?
[ realistically, they aren't getting that far this way but any bit counts. ]
[ it's fine. as long as they are at a different spot thorns will consider it a win.
granted he might go insane and claim he feels fine now and start walking later, but it's too early for him to feel that useless yet. for now, he climbs into his back. koala time. ]
[ and so continues their travel montage along yan's countryside…
eventually, elysium steers them closer to the roads again now that it's forked off from the main road, wanting a better sense of the people travelling the same direction they're headed. he might carry a map in his head and a catalogue of quick, rough facts, but it still feels better to see it with his own eyes. the foliage keeps them mostly hidden while elysium steals the occasional glance through the gaps. ]
What do you think about hitching another ride? ——Consensually, this time. From what I've seen, all the cars that have passed us by are agricultural.
[ he considers it... then nods. at least in yan people aren't as uptight about aegir and the obvious signs of elysium's oripathy are covered, and those would be the main reasons people might tell them no aside from not wanting to help out a stranger. ]
I think that works. We can see who'll stop for us.
[ tears up in his oripathy and how that makes their honeymoon tour so much harder
but woooo… time to reemerge into civilisation after their quick dip into hermitism. elysium leads them onto a narrow walkway running alongside the road. as he pads along, another thought surfaces. ]
I probably shouldn't call you Thorns or Isidro. [ … ] Should we come up with something new for each other?
[ piece by piece, they really are shedding their old lives. ]
[ they are eventually going to reach a point where elysium will need treatment and unfortunately all of their best connections for that will always be rhodes. but they will cross that bridge when they get to it.
... but he supposes they will need fake names, especially consider operators travel so much. it is not impossible for them to end up at the same place as one or someone who has encountered them. ]
[ the way i was just thinking of how i just made you suffer with that tag
thorns thinks about it... although he really isn't thinking too hard because he would have accepted any name elysium would have given him unless it was something incredibly stupid. ]
[ yeah i should've just taken a page out of ak's book and gone with wheat stalk but unfortunately elysium would put a little more thought into it than that ]
[ funny, that the thing elysium likes to look at the most is the sky and for thorns it's the water. it feels a little symbolic to pass these things off to each other.
but we will never refer to these names in text again unless there is a third person in this thread. ]
[ people who survive in amnesia games with their self-chosen names are the strongest soldiers
and when you're in a competition to match things and your opponent is elythorns it's truly just a lesson in futility. disgusting. he can't help the way his smile widens, letting out a quiet, amused laugh for it. ]
I gotta say. Now it feels like we've put an end to one chapter for real.
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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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he will help thorns up, then, supporting him to his feet. ]
I won't say anything if you want to relax for the rest of the day. You're cute.
[ by being cute one can get away with everything a theory confirmed and validated by the two most objective people in the world: them. ]
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[ he does not want to stay in the same place two nights since in the small chance they are getting followed it would be bad to let others catch up...
he does lean on elysium though. ]
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Get on?
[ realistically, they aren't getting that far this way but any bit counts. ]
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granted he might go insane and claim he feels fine now and start walking later, but it's too early for him to feel that useless yet. for now, he climbs into his back. koala time. ]
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eventually, elysium steers them closer to the roads again now that it's forked off from the main road, wanting a better sense of the people travelling the same direction they're headed. he might carry a map in his head and a catalogue of quick, rough facts, but it still feels better to see it with his own eyes. the foliage keeps them mostly hidden while elysium steals the occasional glance through the gaps. ]
What do you think about hitching another ride? ——Consensually, this time. From what I've seen, all the cars that have passed us by are agricultural.
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I think that works. We can see who'll stop for us.
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but woooo… time to reemerge into civilisation after their quick dip into hermitism. elysium leads them onto a narrow walkway running alongside the road. as he pads along, another thought surfaces. ]
I probably shouldn't call you Thorns or Isidro. [ … ] Should we come up with something new for each other?
[ piece by piece, they really are shedding their old lives. ]
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... but he supposes they will need fake names, especially consider operators travel so much. it is not impossible for them to end up at the same place as one or someone who has encountered them. ]
Pick a name for me.
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How about… Helio? As a tribute to my sun.
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thorns thinks about it... although he really isn't thinking too hard because he would have accepted any name elysium would have given him unless it was something incredibly stupid. ]
I like it.
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You have to give me one too.
[ makes you suffer right back ]
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[ funny, that the thing elysium likes to look at the most is the sky and for thorns it's the water. it feels a little symbolic to pass these things off to each other.
but we will never refer to these names in text again unless there is a third person in this thread. ]
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and when you're in a competition to match things and your opponent is elythorns it's truly just a lesson in futility. disgusting. he can't help the way his smile widens, letting out a quiet, amused laugh for it. ]
I gotta say. Now it feels like we've put an end to one chapter for real.
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