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. ]
[ this may be the worst confession of all time, lads.
this is thorns' first one and he does not know how to react to this reaction, even though elysium is clearly doing the thing where he rambles because he's nervous. but thorns has no idea what he should be responding to here. so much is happening. ]
[ thorns continues to just look at elysium, thinking once again of how unfortunate this is going. elysium literally just left the hospital after a deeply unflattering procedure and this is where they are now.
[ he seems to have come to a belated realisation. he is also so close to hitting the car in front of them trying to turn in the middle of nowhere he has to slam on his breaks.
if his stomach was not pumped he may have just thrown up here and now. this is the best confession of all time, why did thorns allow this. ]
[ elysium's nearly killed them twice in the last few minutes, all because he's flustered. and thorns still wants to pvp? guess he really does want to die.
it is also beyond five minutes and that's solely because he's driven past their stop. is he aware of this? not at all. does he know where they're going now? nope!! ]
What? I do. I always have. I should be saying that to you. You're the one who rejected me?
[ this just makes it sound like he got rejected a second time over this is so pathetic ]
[ they are going to end up in another city at this rate. they really need to stop this car because they are going to get into an accident and explode. ]
You told me you got over me. Why do you think I never said anything?
[ to save them from a horribly awkward conversation!!!!!!
[ both are things they deserve. if they happen they happen. ]
What did you want me to say? It's been over two years and I still haven't gotten over you? Like hell I would! You'd just feel bad if you didn't feel the same!
[ PROVE HIM WRONG!!! ]
Do you even feel the same? You didn't guilt yourself into it anyway, did you? I wouldn't put it past you.
[ this is very telling of how he sees thorns. that's a saint. ]
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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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this is thorns' first one and he does not know how to react to this reaction, even though elysium is clearly doing the thing where he rambles because he's nervous. but thorns has no idea what he should be responding to here. so much is happening. ]
Feel free to crash the car.
[ put him out of his misery.... ]
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[ he has lived the entire last few weeks thinking thorns doesn't have eyes? he has eyes but not like that. ]
Love can come after. You don't need to feel guilty about it. My——parents. My parents didn't raise a quitter. You already know, don't you?
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he turns to stare out the window instead. ]
Love can come after?
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Is there something wrong with what I said?
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[ this feels like the longest car ride of his life.
granted, he is realizing that he failed to actually say something outright. ]
I like you.
1/2
[ this sounds almost instinctive. ]
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[ he seems to have come to a belated realisation. he is also so close to hitting the car in front of them trying to turn in the middle of nowhere he has to slam on his breaks.
if his stomach was not pumped he may have just thrown up here and now. this is the best confession of all time, why did thorns allow this. ]
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this is such whiplash. thorns is too surprised by the sudden stop that it takes an extra ten seconds for him to decipher what elysium had just said. ]
No you don't.
[ counters his confession ]
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it is also beyond five minutes and that's solely because he's driven past their stop. is he aware of this? not at all. does he know where they're going now? nope!! ]
What? I do. I always have. I should be saying that to you. You're the one who rejected me?
[ this just makes it sound like he got rejected a second time over this is so pathetic ]
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You told me you got over me. Why do you think I never said anything?
[ to save them from a horribly awkward conversation!!!!!!
except they're still having one anyway. ]
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What did you want me to say? It's been over two years and I still haven't gotten over you? Like hell I would! You'd just feel bad if you didn't feel the same!
[ PROVE HIM WRONG!!! ]
Do you even feel the same? You didn't guilt yourself into it anyway, did you? I wouldn't put it past you.
[ this is very telling of how he sees thorns. that's a saint. ]
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thorns does not immediately respond. ]
Stop the car.
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predictably, he does not stop the car. ]
You don't have to feed bad… seriously…
[ thorns is in a hostage situation. condition for freedom is the truth… ]
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Stop the car.
[ he is giving off the aura of someone who is prepared to grab the wheel and force them to a stop if he has to. ]
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he gulps. ]
We're almost to where I wanted to go…
[ no they're further away from it now than where they started ]
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thorns is now attempting to climb into the passenger seat from the back while the car is still moving. ]
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