[ 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. ]
he looks at the number and decides that anything coming out of thorns' mouth is feverish nonsense. so! he gets the bright idea to bend at his knees for leverage and
attempt to throw thorns over his shoulder. he has no balance right now do not test him, thorns. they will either die together or live together. ]
Not yet. We'll get to the bathroom, you'll stay put, and I'll bring you something clean to change into. I'll take my turn after—unless you really want us both getting more sick together?
[ this is not even vaguely threating it's fully threatening. the way they've gotten more aggressive towards each other and not in a sexy way since confessing. help ]
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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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[ he latches onto his new favorite spot, elysium's wrist, and tries to tug him towards the bedrooms. ]
You shouldn't have been on the floor...
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[ he plants his heels in the ground, swipes the thermometre from thorns' hand. is this sanitary? no. but he finds something to wipe it on and
stabs it back into thorns' mouth. what does it read. ]
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thorns just tries tugging him again, this time more insistently. ]
I feel fine.
[ as if he didn't just get his temperature taken. ]
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he looks at the number and decides that anything coming out of thorns' mouth is feverish nonsense. so! he gets the bright idea to bend at his knees for leverage and
attempt to throw thorns over his shoulder. he has no balance right now do not test him, thorns. they will either die together or live together. ]
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[ why must elysium be larger than him... ]
You're going to bed with me.
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[ what does this mean. ]
That's the plan.
[ you know neither of them are thinking when they are fighting each other for the exact same fuckin thing ]
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he does go quiet, before muttering, ]
You're so sweaty.
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elysium stumbles to a stop. ]
Oh. We need to change our clothes, too.
[ …
changes course to the bathroom. ]
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thorns allows this. ]
Should I get the shower ready for you?
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You're going first.
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[ as if that's how it works?
he starts wiggling just ever so slightly. ]
Down.
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[ shitty arguments warrant shitty responses. ]
Not yet. We'll get to the bathroom, you'll stay put, and I'll bring you something clean to change into. I'll take my turn after—unless you really want us both getting more sick together?
[ this is not even vaguely threating it's fully threatening. the way they've gotten more aggressive towards each other and not in a sexy way since confessing. help ]
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