[ now they're getting in bed together before h*lding h*nds and kissing. woah. elysium nods mechanically, but there is one last detour they have to make. he tugs thorns back to the coffee table to hold out another pill.
You've been sick longer so you need to get better first.
[ clearly, that is how it works.
thorns settles into the bed and pats the spot right next to him. yes, sleeping on the floor was highly uncomfortable, but it was nice to be that close. ]
[ this is so funny since thorns was unaware that elysium liked him when that initially happened, but now he knows this, so it's like. wow that must have been so awkward for him. ]
[ well. it's a good thing they were still in the phase of getting used to each other again. keeping to himself while he tried to desperately erase it from the forefront of his mind wouldn't have passed as well if it were to happen a year in. ]
[ if his brain was working even half as well as it normally does, he would realize bringing it up at all goes against that. but he is sick enough that his already horrific common sense is dead on the ground. ]
[ there's another, longer pause, before he scoots close enough that he can press a kiss to elysium's nose. a return boop kiss for the one given to him earlier.
[ this is so forward... they are definitely sinning.
but thorns will get comfy and close his eyes. whether or not he easily falls asleep is another thing entirely, but this is nice. he wonders why they didn't do this earlier, even though there are countless reasons why they would not. ]
[ if this is considered sinning, then what they're doing in the other thread needs a new category entirely.
anyway. as much as i would like to say it's a peaceful night and one of the best elysium's ever had, it doesn't change the fact that they're both sick. so, even if he does manage to fall asleep eventually with warm and fluffy feelings in his chest (that may be as literal as it is figurative), he jolts awake an hour later; life is hard.
his first instinct is to reach for thorns' forehead. still hot? warm? ]
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they have to keep taking their medicine. ]
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thorns follows after him and begrudgingly takes this medicine. this is cruel. ]
This better make you better.
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it feels like it's taken an entire journey for the both of them to rest. but at last, here they are: elysium's bed. ]
What are you going to do if it doesn't? It has to work on you, too…
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[ clearly, that is how it works.
thorns settles into the bed and pats the spot right next to him. yes, sleeping on the floor was highly uncomfortable, but it was nice to be that close. ]
You do too much so you're not getting well.
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I'm no worse than someone who has done so much he's ended up more sick than I am.
[ sniffle. ]
… Thanks. But look after yourself more next time.
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[ ...
he presses his face against elysium's back. he is, in fact, thinking about what just happened in the bathroom. it's fine. it's cool. explodes. ]
You smell nice.
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he is so glad his back is turned or this would be so much more awkward. ]
Yeah? You're free to use my soap anytime you want.
[ smelling like each other……
combusts ]
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Oh... okay. Yeah.
[ he won't, he has his own perfectly usable soap... he won't waste elysium's. they're so stupid. ]
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nevermind. curiosity kills the bird and he flips over. is thorns still pressed against him… can they gayly fall asleep staring into each other's eyes?
he knows it's bad but he's just really overcome with the desire to look at him properly. ]
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... Hi.
[ can they do this when they're not feverish. ]
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he does the next best thing which is place a hand over thorns' eyes. no looky… ]
You're supposed to be trying to sleep.
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he allows this because he is so baffled it doesn't occur to him to take elysium's hand off. ]
I could say the same to you. Am I that ugly?
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[ tells thorns not to be ridiculous then is even more ridiculous a breath later. ]
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[ he saw his d*ck...... whoa.
the way he would have still seen it if they actually had showered together, but that would be different. this was unexpected. ]
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[ TRUE.
even if that's not what he meant. but elysium actually starts laughing quietly to himself, lowering his hand to keep it next to thorns. ]
We both have now, huh.
[ the one lore drop we did like 4k comments ago ]
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You were pretty casual about that.
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[ well. it's a good thing they were still in the phase of getting used to each other again. keeping to himself while he tried to desperately erase it from the forefront of his mind wouldn't have passed as well if it were to happen a year in. ]
You aren't making one now.
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[ if his brain was working even half as well as it normally does, he would realize bringing it up at all goes against that. but he is sick enough that his already horrific common sense is dead on the ground. ]
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[ unfortunately, he just follows up on it because he's also ill in the head. ]
But I don't see it that way. [ mumbles. ] Not exactly.
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thorns pokes him lightly on the shoulder. ]
What do you see it as?
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[ why does this sound like a question. he places a hand atop the one on his shoulder and squeezes, eyes gently closing shut. ]
Something like that. But if you're ever really uncomfortable… you have to tell me.
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[ there's another, longer pause, before he scoots close enough that he can press a kiss to elysium's nose. a return boop kiss for the one given to him earlier.
embarrassing...... ]
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but he just finds himself practically giggling, and you know what? he will put that arm around thorns after all!!! scandalous!!!! ]
Mm. I will. [ how is he going to fall asleep like this. he's not. ] Hehehe. Sleep well.
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but thorns will get comfy and close his eyes. whether or not he easily falls asleep is another thing entirely, but this is nice. he wonders why they didn't do this earlier, even though there are countless reasons why they would not. ]
You too.
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anyway. as much as i would like to say it's a peaceful night and one of the best elysium's ever had, it doesn't change the fact that they're both sick. so, even if he does manage to fall asleep eventually with warm and fluffy feelings in his chest (that may be as literal as it is figurative), he jolts awake an hour later; life is hard.
his first instinct is to reach for thorns' forehead. still hot? warm? ]
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