[ the way that the only thing stopping you from developing a new kink is your horrible disease
thorns watches this, before he wraps his arms around elysium and pulls him closer against him. hi. he is ignoring the blood that is going to get smeared a bit. ]
What are you thinking?
[ what deranged thought is going through his head... ]
It looks a lot sexier than how it actually feels in practice… [ a snort. ] Would I be hotter to you if I were a vampire?
[ he gives his honest assessment, lips quirking at the corners with equal parts disappointment and amusement. obsession doesn't equal appetite, and he hasn't suddenly developed a craving for thorns' blood. still, there's the tiniest bit of regret that reality never quite lives up to the thrill of imagination…
at least this thought experiment is somewhat more normal than if they were slugs. okay.
but he exhales softly, giving in to habit as he folds himself into thorns' arms, sliding down until the tilt of his head lets him drink in the sight of thorn' face. ]
But it's mine all the same. Just like everything else of yours already is.
[ this is funny because the vampires he does know thorns does not find hot. however if it is elysium then it would be extremely attractive forever, but that's more because of the elysium bias than anything to do with vampirism.
he kisses him, something light and sweet in spite of their actions. ]
[ wonders how closure and warfarin feel while midnight is out here sexualising himself. anyway. don't just find a slug sexy even if that slug is him??
too bad elysium only finds this romantic. he does, however, snort a laugh. ]
That's a given. [ he hooks his arms loosely around thorns' neck, bracing his weight against his shoulders. ] But you were supposed to say you like this version of me best? I wouldn't be able to give you feathers otherwise.
[ also. this is a lie. thorns did not like him very much when he was seaborn. hmmm ]
but it is true, nowadays they usually just go along with whatever the other says... they really only put their foot down on certain things (hair dye, butt plug incident...) ]
[ the way these two incidents are on the same level
he tugs his cheek… thorns continues to be the most adorable in the world. if anything, these little moments prove that thorns is still himself, no matter how many changes he might go through. ]
without thinking too much about it, he slips his hand into thorns', guiding it down and threading their fingers together. he considers this… ]
Not really. Felt like my choice was either white or black from the get-go. Wouldn't I look way too striking in red? The other colours are what pulls everything together. [ he'd be the talk of every town, clearly… ] That, and the other options were cheaper and easier.
[ and for pushing thorns away earlier, he leans right back into his space like he never had. ]
Why? Wanna see me try? I'll give it a shot just to see you fall in love with me again.
[ thorns wants his hand to be as useless as his ass… he is fighting a losing battle strength-wise but he will match thorns' grip strength for however long he can. ]
There are some things that should never be given up. This is one of them.
[ WHAT ARE THEY!! WITHOUT THEIR BANGING!!!!
… ]
Are you saying by caving first, that's loving someone less?
[ he will now try to wildly spin this scenario out of control. ]
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thorns watches this, before he wraps his arms around elysium and pulls him closer against him. hi. he is ignoring the blood that is going to get smeared a bit. ]
What are you thinking?
[ what deranged thought is going through his head... ]
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[ he gives his honest assessment, lips quirking at the corners with equal parts disappointment and amusement. obsession doesn't equal appetite, and he hasn't suddenly developed a craving for thorns' blood. still, there's the tiniest bit of regret that reality never quite lives up to the thrill of imagination…
at least this thought experiment is somewhat more normal than if they were slugs. okay.
but he exhales softly, giving in to habit as he folds himself into thorns' arms, sliding down until the tilt of his head lets him drink in the sight of thorn' face. ]
But it's mine all the same. Just like everything else of yours already is.
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he kisses him, something light and sweet in spite of their actions. ]
There is no version of you that wouldn't be hot.
[ even slug elysium.... cries ]
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too bad elysium only finds this romantic. he does, however, snort a laugh. ]
That's a given. [ he hooks his arms loosely around thorns' neck, bracing his weight against his shoulders. ] But you were supposed to say you like this version of me best? I wouldn't be able to give you feathers otherwise.
[ also. this is a lie. thorns did not like him very much when he was seaborn. hmmm ]
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he frowns, and then leans in to kiss a feather. ]
You have to. I love your feathers.
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he wedges a hand between thorns' mouth and his feathers, pushing him back just enough to make a point. ]
Uh huh. How do I know you aren't just trying to cover for yourself? I'll remember this.
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bites his hand in protest. ]
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okay. there is only one appropriate response here and it's to shove his hand further. ]
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he grabs onto the hand with his hand and tries to pry it away from his face. ]
Let me get close.
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Why should I?
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[ this is not an actual reason or anything.
they are pvping while elysium has a sore h*le.... ]
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he retracts his hand only to replace it with a single finger to thorns' mouth. ]
You're cute when you're annoyed with me. [ hehe. ] I haven't seen this in a while.
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[ he says, annoyed.
but it is true, nowadays they usually just go along with whatever the other says... they really only put their foot down on certain things (hair dye, butt plug incident...) ]
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he tugs his cheek… thorns continues to be the most adorable in the world. if anything, these little moments prove that thorns is still himself, no matter how many changes he might go through. ]
What are you, then? Huh?
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I'm being very gracious.
[ okay.
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Have you considered dyeing your hair red...?
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without thinking too much about it, he slips his hand into thorns', guiding it down and threading their fingers together. he considers this… ]
Not really. Felt like my choice was either white or black from the get-go. Wouldn't I look way too striking in red? The other colours are what pulls everything together. [ he'd be the talk of every town, clearly… ] That, and the other options were cheaper and easier.
[ and for pushing thorns away earlier, he leans right back into his space like he never had. ]
Why? Wanna see me try? I'll give it a shot just to see you fall in love with me again.
[ nudges thorns with his elbow. annoying. ]
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[ you could make him look like childe...
thorns gives him a light smooch, and then another. his annoyance level is already going down quickly because of how cute he is... ]
At least we didn't have to shave it.
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they could've kept being cute, but no. with his hand trapped in thorns', he just glowers. ]
We'd have to change our cover story to aspiring monks. You wouldn't last a day.
[ they* would not survive a day ]
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[ there is no basis for this but thorns refuses to lose in his imaginary scenario where they have to pretend to be celibate monks.
he stares into his eyes... ]
I have self-restraint.
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Oh, so you wouldn't love me however I looked.
[ looks at their relationship
love is not having restraint, apparently ]
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his grip tightens as well. they are about to have a second round of pvp when the first one has only just ended... ]
I didn't say that. I would just make any scarified necessary for you.
[ even celibacy.... even though this scenario would not need actual celibacy in practice... ]
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There are some things that should never be given up. This is one of them.
[ WHAT ARE THEY!! WITHOUT THEIR BANGING!!!!
… ]
Are you saying by caving first, that's loving someone less?
[ he will now try to wildly spin this scenario out of control. ]
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thorns did not say that!!! he stares in disbelief for a moment, before he leans in to nip at elysium's nose. annoying!!! ]
I'm not saying that. Are you saying that?
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unfortunately, elysium does not stop. ]
I'd ask you to run away with me before accepting that.
[ so… as lovers, they ran away and became monks to lie low. and then they'd run away again from monkhood just to openly be lovers again? ]
You'd really let something come in between us so easily… wow…
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and then stops. he slumps uselessly against elysium. ]
Am I the worst? You deserve better than me.
[ this is a tactic. ]
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