[ 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 ]
[ they can cuddle on the floor. it's fine. they are gross and sweaty but they can do this… it's kind of nice being sandwiched by the couch and coffee table because at least it means they aren't rolling off into narnia or falling off their balcony somehow.
he just sniffles. ]
It's that asshole's fault. Let's promise each other we'll rest…
[ who knew that running around all day while sick was a bad idea? there was no way for them to predict that.
but they can be a corpse cuddle pile, yes. this would be more embarrassing without a fever, but as it stands at the moment it's the only way to make sure elysium actually rests; it's impossible to keep an eye on him when they're in separate rooms... ]
[ elysium's reached that stage of sickness where it's gone on so long his intrusive thoughts start whispering that maybe this is it: maybe he'll just be sick forever or die like this. but it could be worse. he could be dying without having said anything to thorns, or worse, without thorns by his side.
so he curls up against him as best he can… their bodies are absolutely going to hate them for this later. there's no way this is actually comfortable. ]
[ what is one more mistake added to the pile.... they should do yoga.
also sorry to elysium, because thorns just blinks at him stupidly. ]
Yes to what?
[ in his daze he has forgotten he never officially answered if he wants to date or not. once again this is not the time nor place to have this conversation. ]
that's cute. he will zzzzz too then and completely forget what just happened so he won't think to bring it up again. may they sleep many hours on the hard floor. ]
about an hour and a half later, his body aches more than it feels rested. he remembers almost after cleaning up and crashing on the couch, so why is there something in his arms? why is the couch suddenly so uncomfortable…? he opens his eyes. oh.
[ elysium you can at least try to get on the couch
thorns will sleep for another half hour if elysium does not try to get up though. he looks around in bafflement, but also this isn't the weirdest place he has woken up at recently (bathroom floor) so he's just like
[ elysium has proven himself thoroughly useless in this universe i'm not sure what you expected
he at least remembers to move his arm; it makes him look a little more respectful, like he hadn't taken advantage of thorns' vulnerability. sure, he'd asked for permission to flirt, but that was supposed to be when thorns was awake?
and since pretending to be asleep has worked out so well for him before, he's doing it again. wonderful. ]
well, thorns just immediately starts checking elysium's temperature... and then remembers something. sorry he has to get up and fumble over to his bag and dig through it sleepily. ]
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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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for now though, thorns just settles against elysium instead of trying to get up again. he has accepted this is where he will live now. ]
I knew you were sick.
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he just sniffles. ]
It's that asshole's fault. Let's promise each other we'll rest…
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[ who knew that running around all day while sick was a bad idea? there was no way for them to predict that.
but they can be a corpse cuddle pile, yes. this would be more embarrassing without a fever, but as it stands at the moment it's the only way to make sure elysium actually rests; it's impossible to keep an eye on him when they're in separate rooms... ]
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so he curls up against him as best he can… their bodies are absolutely going to hate them for this later. there's no way this is actually comfortable. ]
Yeah… I still need to get you to say yes.
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also sorry to elysium, because thorns just blinks at him stupidly. ]
Yes to what?
[ in his daze he has forgotten he never officially answered if he wants to date or not. once again this is not the time nor place to have this conversation. ]
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the way thorns will never have an answer to this question because elysium has already fallen fast asleep again. good night. ]
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that's cute. he will zzzzz too then and completely forget what just happened so he won't think to bring it up again. may they sleep many hours on the hard floor. ]
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about an hour and a half later, his body aches more than it feels rested. he remembers almost after cleaning up and crashing on the couch, so why is there something in his arms? why is the couch suddenly so uncomfortable…? he opens his eyes. oh.
he closes his eyes. ]
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thorns will sleep for another half hour if elysium does not try to get up though. he looks around in bafflement, but also this isn't the weirdest place he has woken up at recently (bathroom floor) so he's just like
okay. ]
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he at least remembers to move his arm; it makes him look a little more respectful, like he hadn't taken advantage of thorns' vulnerability. sure, he'd asked for permission to flirt, but that was supposed to be when thorns was awake?
and since pretending to be asleep has worked out so well for him before, he's doing it again. wonderful. ]
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well, thorns just immediately starts checking elysium's temperature... and then remembers something. sorry he has to get up and fumble over to his bag and dig through it sleepily. ]
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he opens an eye while thorns isn't looking to see if he can figure out what he's doing…? and if he needs to 'wake up' to force thorns back to rest…
this is so cursed ]
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when he comes back, he is just holding a thermometer to properly take a temperature... he swiped it when they were at the lab. ]
Elysium?
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elysium gets up slowly… something in his back makes a cracking nosie. it's fine. ]
Yeah. What are you doing up?
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[ he waddles over and, without any warning whatsoever, shoves the thermometer into elysium's mouth. ]
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it reads 102F. ]
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