Aren't you always talking about keeping me in one place?
[ they just fuckin got here. this is also not the best thing to enable but they are so beyond the past of no return they may as well go full throttle off the deep end. ]
[ the sounds of a fight behind them... they really were so serious about hunting when they came in here. they should still be, if they want to continue to stay here, but they stop using their brains so easily when the other is involved. ]
I love you.
Edited (ftr these notifs came out of order so i was like 'did i miss a 1/2' but no) 2025-09-21 19:20 (UTC)
the thing is, it didn't even take a non-negligible amount of time for them to be reduced to this state. they should probably beore concerned about how they are literally unable to control themselves, but they're just their own worst enablers. ]
Do you? I think it's time for you to put money where your—
[ there are louder roads in the distance. uh oh. that actually gets elysium to pause as that does not sound like something only a construct can deal with? this is tragic. ]
he doesn't move at first, but after a beat he sighs and gives elysium a long kiss before pulling away. if this is dangerous then this means that elysium might get hurt, so thorns has to start taking this seriously now. ]
Let's get this out of the way so we can go back to our room.
Why'd they have to go and interrupt us at the good part? I guess we have to… [ like this wasn't their original intent. ] They'll regret it.
[ it's fine. the commotion just manages to draw the attention of its family, so now they're going to end up with a whole lot more meat than meant to feed a small party.
[ struggling to carry everything back with them is what they deserve honestly after all of this nonsense.
but all he's really thinking about is continuing, so they just need to get this over with. thorns is not sure if elysium is still pretending like he can't do anything or not? so he will watch him to see what he does, thorns will support his choices or lack of choices. ]
[ hilariously, he is also so caught up with continuing that he forgets what the initial plot was. he not only helps thorns take the burdenbeasts down, but he immediately straps the second largest one over his shoulder.
he looks at thorns' expectantly like helloooooo???? ]
he will pick up the other one. they can go back to civilization and try not to be h*rny for five minutes. is it possible? can they be normal? only time will tell. ]
[ they are in such a tiny village the showers are probably tiny. there is a nonzero chance they won't fit or that it'll be supremely uncomfortable, but they'll make it work. what are they living for if they can't flirt to their heart's content? ]
Don't forget what you've promised.
[ he adjusts his grip, disgruntled. it is such a long way back having to drag these things as opposed to being able to wheel them off, but the pay off is that the villagers are thoroughly impressed. they get a whole banquet dinner… woah…
but they are also assigned to peeling vegetables. elysium is extremely grumpy in a way that only thorns is likely able to tell, up until the couple tells them about an open-air hot spring a small distance away that they should make use of after their long day. they deserve it. never mind! life is great. he peels the vegetables with such renewed vigour. ]
[ the absolute worst part of all of this is that thorns just finds elysium cute. is he annoying? yes. but that is also part of the charm now, because would he be elysium if he wasn't a pain in the ass? no. so it's all cute...
so he will just quietly peel away, occasionally bumping softly against elysium as a way to say hi. ]
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Aren't you always talking about keeping me in one place?
[ they just fuckin got here. this is also not the best thing to enable but they are so beyond the past of no return they may as well go full throttle off the deep end. ]
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but apparently now it is what he meant because it's what happening. ]
Mm. Is that your fantasy then? You want to be manhandled...
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an apple falls from overhead and puts elysium into a coma. ]
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if thorns needs more encouragement, elysium is only too willing, brushing his cheek along thorns' and letting the feathers flutter against him. ]
I always want you to manhandle me, handsome. I look best with your marks all over me.
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[ the sounds of a fight behind them... they really were so serious about hunting when they came in here. they should still be, if they want to continue to stay here, but they stop using their brains so easily when the other is involved. ]
I love you.
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the thing is, it didn't even take a non-negligible amount of time for them to be reduced to this state. they should probably beore concerned about how they are literally unable to control themselves, but they're just their own worst enablers. ]
Do you? I think it's time for you to put money where your—
[ there are louder roads in the distance. uh oh. that actually gets elysium to pause as that does not sound like something only a construct can deal with? this is tragic. ]
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he doesn't move at first, but after a beat he sighs and gives elysium a long kiss before pulling away. if this is dangerous then this means that elysium might get hurt, so thorns has to start taking this seriously now. ]
Let's get this out of the way so we can go back to our room.
[ and find out if there is a tub. ]
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[ it's fine. the commotion just manages to draw the attention of its family, so now they're going to end up with a whole lot more meat than meant to feed a small party.
bringing it back is going to be hell. ]
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but all he's really thinking about is continuing, so they just need to get this over with. thorns is not sure if elysium is still pretending like he can't do anything or not? so he will watch him to see what he does, thorns will support his choices or lack of choices. ]
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he looks at thorns' expectantly like helloooooo???? ]
What are you waiting for?
[ testy. they were blueballed. he is so simple. ]
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he will pick up the other one. they can go back to civilization and try not to be h*rny for five minutes. is it possible? can they be normal? only time will tell. ]
Come on, sweetie.
[ it's said so flatly. ]
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Where's the emotion? [ sulkily. ] Darling.
[ he has officially gone from play whiny to legitimately whiny. ]
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[ still said flatly, but elysium should be able to distinguish even the tiniest bit of emoting from him or else he hates him... this is law. ]
You sound disappointed.
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[ hmm. they would not be in this position to begin with if they did not have to impress other people. another point in living in a hemirtage's favour.
they have not even been here for a full day. ]
Maybe we're working too hard.
[ they also have not even worked for a full hour. okay. ]
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thorns shakes his head. ]
We have to work hard now so we can relax later...
[ their plans to retire... they can't do that until they have money... ]
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Why would you tell me this…
[ like he doesn't already know………… ]
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[ he tries to lean in to kiss him except it's
really difficult with their kills over their shoulders. ]
Our bath is soon.
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he's ready to end it all, he thinks. ]
The bath doesn't exist. It's a shower…
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they can still save this. it's fine. ]
We can still wash each other in the shower.
[ they just can't romantically sit on each other's lap in it. but it's fine? they can salvage this. ]
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Don't forget what you've promised.
[ he adjusts his grip, disgruntled. it is such a long way back having to drag these things as opposed to being able to wheel them off, but the pay off is that the villagers are thoroughly impressed. they get a whole banquet dinner… woah…
but they are also assigned to peeling vegetables. elysium is extremely grumpy in a way that only thorns is likely able to tell, up until the couple tells them about an open-air hot spring a small distance away that they should make use of after their long day. they deserve it. never mind! life is great. he peels the vegetables with such renewed vigour. ]
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so he will just quietly peel away, occasionally bumping softly against elysium as a way to say hi. ]
You look cute.
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We get our bath.
[ he has said this four times by now. ]
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[ he kisses his cheek, which he also likely has done every single time elysium has said this. ]
See? Things always work out.
[ this was just luck. ]
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hehe… he kisses thorns back. ]
Only because you're with me.
[ it was just luck. attributes everything good in his life ever to thorns. ]
We should sneak away when we're done. They don't need us here… besides, we're tired.
[ this is so weird. excuses themselves early from their own dinner, but listen… his private bath time with thorns. that's what's important. ]
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thorns looks at the pile of veggies they still have to go through. life is hard when you have a job (they are used to having jobs). ]
What do you think of it here?
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