[ when you have mutual feelings with someone it's okay to do these things…? it breaks the mind a little, but making these changes bit by bit should be fine…
anyway. leaving elysium on his own is a pretty terrible decision as there are times where he'll just space out thinking about their situation and otherwise making himself a menace to society. he trips twice, bumps into another four. it's a miracle he survives the journey out and back.
what's supposed to take an hour at most takes an hour and a half. oopsie. ]
[ when elysium opens the door, he will find thorns sitting in front of it, still holding onto the bird. he has realized this isn't actually elysium at some point and went to find him.
he gazes at him with eyes that are barely staying open. ]
elysium nearly drops everything he's holding, heart stopping for the second he's left staring. ]
You—what? Why aren't you in bed? What are you doing?
[ his voice pitches higher with every word. ]
And——no? You don't know that. Don't talk about things you don't know. When did I leave? It's been five minutes, tops. You're imagining things. Did you miss me so much five minutes felt like hours?
[ an immediate pivot to gaslighting. incredible. ]
thorns will carefully get to his feet, still holding onto bird. instead of going to bed though, he just walks over to the couch and sits down, patting the spot next to him. the plush goes on his other side.
[ not even the part where he'd missed him? damn. tough crowd.
and that is not BED, but he supposes it's better for thorns to have food with his medication anyhow… and with a reluctant sigh, he pads over and deliberately sets down the containers of chicken noodle soup and the prescription in front of them.
then, carefully, he takes his seat and waits for thorns to speak first. why does he feel scared. ]
he picks up the soup silently and opens it, then grabs the food. except instead of feeding himself, he offers the spoonful of soup to elysium instead. ]
[ thorns is sick but he still has no right to be this docile. elysium explodes. ]
Oh. Yeah. Let me help you.
[ that's what he's asking for, right…? he tries to get up as well as he can without jostling thorns too much. it feels a little wrong to carry him, but supporting his weight should be fine and normal? he thinks? ]
[ truly hope he cleaned it and there isn't some dried drool stain from elysium's time with it ]
Okay, okay. We'll get us to bed. Up you go…
[ in his mind 'we' is still in separate beds and after he's cleaned the table and made sure everything is orderly so thorns does not feel obligated to if he gets up first…
[ he pats thorns' head again and rearranges his hair so it isn't a giant mess… he makes sure both thorns and the bird are comfortably tucked in, and then he goes to play housekeeper.
it's a lot worse than he'd initially thought—they've both been all sorts of out of it for several days now, and by the end of it he feels himself burning up. he finds the couch, finds their medication, and
passes out on it again, curled into himself. it's fine. this is technically a bed. their place is spotless now… ]
thorns eventually crawls out of bed, after an hour or so, because he realizes something is wrong. it is not that he senses elysium is unwell but the fact that he told elysium to get into bed with him and he only has bird.
[ their takeaway from all this is probably to get a bigger couch and never to stop being stupid.
there's a strange weight pressing down on him. for a split second, he wonders if this is what it feels like to meet his sleep paralysis demon. he pries one eye open, spots thorns, and realises his assessment isn't entirely wrong before forcing the other eye open blearily. ]
Thorns…?
[ the way thorns has only been able to say bed for the past ten tags poor guy ]
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anyway. leaving elysium on his own is a pretty terrible decision as there are times where he'll just space out thinking about their situation and otherwise making himself a menace to society. he trips twice, bumps into another four. it's a miracle he survives the journey out and back.
what's supposed to take an hour at most takes an hour and a half. oopsie. ]
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he gazes at him with eyes that are barely staying open. ]
It's been over five minutes.
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elysium nearly drops everything he's holding, heart stopping for the second he's left staring. ]
You—what? Why aren't you in bed? What are you doing?
[ his voice pitches higher with every word. ]
And——no? You don't know that. Don't talk about things you don't know. When did I leave? It's been five minutes, tops. You're imagining things. Did you miss me so much five minutes felt like hours?
[ an immediate pivot to gaslighting. incredible. ]
We need to get you back into bed…
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thorns will carefully get to his feet, still holding onto bird. instead of going to bed though, he just walks over to the couch and sits down, patting the spot next to him. the plush goes on his other side.
he's waiting. ]
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and that is not BED, but he supposes it's better for thorns to have food with his medication anyhow… and with a reluctant sigh, he pads over and deliberately sets down the containers of chicken noodle soup and the prescription in front of them.
then, carefully, he takes his seat and waits for thorns to speak first. why does he feel scared. ]
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he picks up the soup silently and opens it, then grabs the food. except instead of feeding himself, he offers the spoonful of soup to elysium instead. ]
Here.
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[ he did not. all men do is LIE
so with his hand, he redirects thorns' back to his own mouth. yum. then, he presses a capsule into thorns' other palm. ]
Here. Take this with your soup.
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however thorns does still try several more times to feed elysium. ]
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[ they have different viral loads… he doesn't want to give thorns the wrong idea.
he redirects the spoon again. but this time, he adds a pat to thorns' head. he's doing good? it should be rewarded. ]
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and once he sets the container back on the table, he just flops against elysium. ]
Bed.
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Oh. Yeah. Let me help you.
[ that's what he's asking for, right…? he tries to get up as well as he can without jostling thorns too much. it feels a little wrong to carry him, but supporting his weight should be fine and normal? he thinks? ]
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he just leans against him, pauses, and then shifts so he can grab onto the bird. this is his emotional support gigantic plushie. ]
We are going to bed.
[ plural. ]
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Okay, okay. We'll get us to bed. Up you go…
[ in his mind 'we' is still in separate beds and after he's cleaned the table and made sure everything is orderly so thorns does not feel obligated to if he gets up first…
they can hobble to thorns' room together. ]
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thorns crawls into bed and then pats the spot next to him. ]
Bed.
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elysium takes the bird and puts it in that spot. ]
I need to go do the dishes.
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but he is also too sick to argue. he snuggles with the bird but is muttering something that is definitely probably some type of curse. ]
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it's a lot worse than he'd initially thought—they've both been all sorts of out of it for several days now, and by the end of it he feels himself burning up. he finds the couch, finds their medication, and
passes out on it again, curled into himself. it's fine. this is technically a bed. their place is spotless now… ]
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thorns eventually crawls out of bed, after an hour or so, because he realizes something is wrong. it is not that he senses elysium is unwell but the fact that he told elysium to get into bed with him and he only has bird.
he wanders out to look for him... ]
Elysium...
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elysium's arms are wound tightly around his body. he's shivering. ]
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thorns attempts to crawl onto the couch with him. ]
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there is no space on this couch for them to both be horizontal unless thorns is, like. half on top of him. ]
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Bed...
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there's a strange weight pressing down on him. for a split second, he wonders if this is what it feels like to meet his sleep paralysis demon. he pries one eye open, spots thorns, and realises his assessment isn't entirely wrong before forcing the other eye open blearily. ]
Thorns…?
[ the way thorns has only been able to say bed for the past ten tags poor guy ]
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[ he thinks...
but he is definitely shivering, which isn't a good sign. thorns places a hand over elysium's forehead in an attempt to take his temperature. ]
I told you to go to bed...
[ this is a couch. ]
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[
this is how they both end up on the floor, half of elysium's body now on thorns with an entire arm strewn over his waist. ]
Heavy…
[ he's talking about his own body. what the hell did sc*en and now kal'tist do to them. ]
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