[ he thinks back on everything that's led them here as he unbuckles his seatbelt, leaning through the gap between the front seats. his hand finds thorns' chin. turning it just enough to expose his cheek, he steadies it to
press a quick kiss to his cheek. ]
Scoot over into passenger.
[ it is not a request. it is a demand. thorns has only the span of time it takes elysium to open his door and circle around to the driver's side to move. ]
it takes elysium opening the door to actually get thorns to move, because he spends the entire time rebooting his brain from the cheek kiss. he is trying very hard to think of a platonic reason that happened... people in his culture do kiss cheeks... this is normal...
once elysium is inside, thorns is just staring at him. ]
[ yeah if he doesn't move he'll keep falling on him. tragic.
elysium is chipper as he replaces thorns in the driver's seat. who knows if he can truly handle a five minute drive, but what's the worst that can happen? it's dead at night. there's no traffic. this will be fine. ]
I'd be doing a lot more than just killing you in that case…
[ he is not the elysium who'd choose thorns in a trolley problem. he feels well enough to drive… in theory… at least, he wouldn't actively want to cause anyone any problems on the road. ]
except, relax just means he will spend the whole ride staring at elysium. there doesn't seem to be any purpose behind the stare other than to simply look at him as he tries to figure out his jumbled emotions.
he supposes elysium must have figured him out, although thorns isn't sure how; he doesn't think he's acted anything other than platonic this whole time, since he thinks elysium was asleep when the incident that actually got him caught happened. hmm. ]
[ what kind of resting is this… he fights the urge to squirm, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. the rearview mirror still gives him a decent enough view of thorns though, which he's also trying to pointedly ignore.
they are so lucky the road's empty. ]
You're only realising how good of a view you had now?
[ okay, thorns had officially reached a point where he can't pretend this is anything other than blatant flirting. he is still confused though, because why is elysium doing this if he's over thorns?
he does not know how to react to this. unfortunately, he is like a man in an arid desert and he is desperately grasping the opportunity like he's found an oasis after several years? he can't fumble?
this is such a farcry from the other thread. ]
Yeah? How did that happen?
[ tries to sound chill only to pitch himself higher anyway ]
[ the way they're even having a conversation at all. incredible. ]
Not even when we were modeling…?
[ it sounds like he's complaining about this but
he's legitimately going through it, very briefly putting his head down on his aheel at a traffic light. the person behind him honks; he groans and starts moving again. what he and thorns thinks is attractive differs. wild. ]
but thorns has always known elysium is attractive, that's not really the problem. but the modeling job had happened right after elysium revealed his old (or not old?) feelings, and thorns was struggling to come to terms with that. the last thing he was going to do was focus on his own emotions when he was coming to terms with that he hurt his best friend. ]
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press a quick kiss to his cheek. ]
Scoot over into passenger.
[ it is not a request. it is a demand. thorns has only the span of time it takes elysium to open his door and circle around to the driver's side to move. ]
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it takes elysium opening the door to actually get thorns to move, because he spends the entire time rebooting his brain from the cheek kiss. he is trying very hard to think of a platonic reason that happened... people in his culture do kiss cheeks... this is normal...
once elysium is inside, thorns is just staring at him. ]
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he stares back. then, he takes thorns' hand in attempt to tug him out. he's the adult in the space now, hello. ]
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thorns just
tugs back? hello? ]
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he tugs back? of course he does? ]
I told you to move.
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[ in reality, thorns' reaction time was just heavily nerfed due to the kiss but he isn't going to admit to that. ]
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[ uh huh… ]
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[ and then they crash and the car explodes and they die? what then?
thorns is not convinced. ]
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I'm not. How do you want me to convince you?
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[ the only way to do so would be to drive and not pass out, but in order to drive he needs to convince him. it is a catch-22... ]
You can try to make me get up.
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[ he stares at thorns again. he kisses him closer to his mouth, but not quite. ]
Move.
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that was another kiss. did elysium fall and his mouth landed on him? is that what's happening... ]
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elysium is chipper as he replaces thorns in the driver's seat. who knows if he can truly handle a five minute drive, but what's the worst that can happen? it's dead at night. there's no traffic. this will be fine. ]
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[ he will use any threat necessary for elysium to seriously consider his next move.
as he tries to figure out what this all means. ]
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[ he is not the elysium who'd choose thorns in a trolley problem. he feels well enough to drive… in theory… at least, he wouldn't actively want to cause anyone any problems on the road. ]
It's a short drive, but try to rest up for a bit.
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except, relax just means he will spend the whole ride staring at elysium. there doesn't seem to be any purpose behind the stare other than to simply look at him as he tries to figure out his jumbled emotions.
he supposes elysium must have figured him out, although thorns isn't sure how; he doesn't think he's acted anything other than platonic this whole time, since he thinks elysium was asleep when the incident that actually got him caught happened. hmm. ]
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they are so lucky the road's empty. ]
You're only realising how good of a view you had now?
[ stop. ]
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is he... a whore?
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I figured that out a few weeks ago.
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he does not know how to react to this. unfortunately, he is like a man in an arid desert and he is desperately grasping the opportunity like he's found an oasis after several years? he can't fumble?
this is such a farcry from the other thread. ]
Yeah? How did that happen?
[ tries to sound chill only to pitch himself higher anyway ]
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thorns just continues to look at the side of his face. ]
I don't know. It fully hit me at the wedding though.
[ you know. the event that elysium can't remember like half of. ]
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Not even when we were modeling…?
[ it sounds like he's complaining about this but
he's legitimately going through it, very briefly putting his head down on his aheel at a traffic light. the person behind him honks; he groans and starts moving again. what he and thorns thinks is attractive differs. wild. ]
It should've been when we were modeling.
[ grumbles again. ]
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[ he's going to kill him.
but thorns has always known elysium is attractive, that's not really the problem. but the modeling job had happened right after elysium revealed his old (or not old?) feelings, and thorns was struggling to come to terms with that. the last thing he was going to do was focus on his own emotions when he was coming to terms with that he hurt his best friend. ]
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… Yeah. You could've pulled a dramatic reversal. 'I was into you this entire time, too.' … something like that.
But maybe that would've just raised its own problems. Like, did you only figure it out because you finally hit puberty…?
[ instead, they can both die when thorns inevitably wants to end him then himself. he really needs to stop running his mouth. ]
Wait. That can still be it. [ … ] Is that how it is? I'd be fine with it.
[ he doesn't know in another universe it was the other way around ]
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