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. ]
[ thinks about the time thorns went on a mission alone and left him as a pining housewife. was that the last time they spent apart from each other? hmmm.
the most problematic part about this is that it's in recent memory. ]
It's okay. [ he pats thorns' head. what was it he said earlier again? oh, right. ] I'm feeling gracious so I'll forgive you this one time.
[ meanwhile, elysium just appreciates how perfectly their bodies slot together. he doesn't fall asleep immediately, instead listening to the sound of thorns' heartbeat and let's that slowly lull him away.
thet quit their jobs for this… disgusting… what happened to thorns saying they needed to make money. tch. ]
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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.
... ]
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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elysium also opens his mouth. then closes it.
he finally remembers he has another hand and uses it to pinch thorns' thigh, hard. ]
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[ he smacks at elysium's hand??? hello?? ]
What.
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[ SEETHES
and smacks thorns' hand back. how were they completely heart eyes less than an hour ago. ]
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[ he just smacks his hand back again!!!!
and then he points at the bed. ]
Go to sleep.
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Are you going to sleep with me?
[ despite everything, they're still holding hands. thorns is going nowhere. ]
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[ this isn't even a question?
what are they even being difficult about. the topic of what they're offended by has jumped so many times in five minutes. ]
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[ thinks about the time thorns went on a mission alone and left him as a pining housewife. was that the last time they spent apart from each other? hmmm.
the most problematic part about this is that it's in recent memory. ]
It's okay. [ he pats thorns' head. what was it he said earlier again? oh, right. ] I'm feeling gracious so I'll forgive you this one time.
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but for now, he just pulls elysium loser to him. ]
We're going to bed. Get comfortable.
[ he needs to rest his ass ]
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You too. Sweet dream, you baby. [ that's elysium. ] I love you.
[ his ass is about to need three business days ]
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but thorns will stop arguing for tonight because he won in the end? elysium will be the one complaining tomorrow...
but he will gayly stare at elysium's face as if he hadn't spent the entire damn day already staring at his face. get a real job. ]
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thet quit their jobs for this… disgusting… what happened to thorns saying they needed to make money. tch. ]
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