[ 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!!!!
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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. ]
anyway. since it is apparently canon that thorns' nightmares actually got better when he was out at sea. he is long overdue? so, at some point in the night, he awakens with a start, before immediately reaching wildly for elysium. ]
elysium startles awake, immediately on alert. his gaze flicks to thorns, and without hesitation, he gathers him into his arms, checks his warmth with one hand, while his eyes search his face for signs of distress and to make direct eye contact. ]
Thorns. [ thinks about how this should be their assigned names but i cannot bring myself to write it. ] What's wrong? I'm here.
[ has he ever ghosted him in this timeline… no… he has to think about this for a stupidly long time. ]
[ thorns clutches at him, his grip a little too tight with no signs of loosening any time soon. he doesn't respond right away, and instead he stares at him, his eyes unfocused. ]
The sea took you.
[ it's mumbled, making it difficult to believe that it's actually meant to be said to elysium. ]
[ he isn't fazed by the grip strength—only the state thorns is currently in. his hands wrap around thorns more firmly, and he deliberates for a real second what to say and do next. ]
That's impossible. [ unfortunately, it is very possible. but elysium doesn't know this. ] Nothing can ever take me away from you. Not anymore.
[ with one hand anchoring him to thorns in kind, the other cups his cheek to keep thorns faced towards him. ]
Is the sea warm? [ a kiss to his mouth. ] Can the sea do this?
[ another kiss—this one coaxing thorns' mouth open. ]
[ he doesn't kiss back at first, but the coaxing does eventually work, more out of muscle memory than anything else.
he hears elysium's voice. but is it really him? he can picture it so perfectly, the twisting of elysium's body as it contorted into something more monstrous, more primal, as the sea claimed him as its own. yet he's right here, perfectly okay?
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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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anyway. since it is apparently canon that thorns' nightmares actually got better when he was out at sea. he is long overdue? so, at some point in the night, he awakens with a start, before immediately reaching wildly for elysium. ]
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elysium startles awake, immediately on alert. his gaze flicks to thorns, and without hesitation, he gathers him into his arms, checks his warmth with one hand, while his eyes search his face for signs of distress and to make direct eye contact. ]
Thorns. [ thinks about how this should be their assigned names but i cannot bring myself to write it. ] What's wrong? I'm here.
[ has he ever ghosted him in this timeline… no… he has to think about this for a stupidly long time. ]
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The sea took you.
[ it's mumbled, making it difficult to believe that it's actually meant to be said to elysium. ]
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That's impossible. [ unfortunately, it is very possible. but elysium doesn't know this. ] Nothing can ever take me away from you. Not anymore.
[ with one hand anchoring him to thorns in kind, the other cups his cheek to keep thorns faced towards him. ]
Is the sea warm? [ a kiss to his mouth. ] Can the sea do this?
[ another kiss—this one coaxing thorns' mouth open. ]
Come back to me, Thorns. Wake up.
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he hears elysium's voice. but is it really him? he can picture it so perfectly, the twisting of elysium's body as it contorted into something more monstrous, more primal, as the sea claimed him as its own. yet he's right here, perfectly okay?
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Sorry.
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