[ how can they flirt when elysium doesn't feel sexy!!!!!!! thorns should've given him his scissors!!!!!!!!!!!
he is going to look so much edgier especially with his hair already being black. tears up. the rest of the day goes as usual so long as you ignore elysium contemplating an inordinate amount of intrusive thoughts as he stares out into the horizon.
[ thorns spends more time watching elysium have a crisis than he does the village.
thankfully, the bandits was the only excitement for the day (if you ignore the hair tragedy), and eventually townspeople start slowly filtering back. while not everyone has returned, there's now enough people around that they can pack it up for the day.
the capybara is eating grass somewhere, content and unbothered. they probably actually could have kept it at the farm in hindsight and have avoided all of this. ]
spiritually. but at least he looks less mad and is now just miserable… the capybara has apparently moved from its spot and has its snout resting in his lap. he does not want to forgive… he will not forgive ]
[ it's thorns' stress animal now to keep him from killing elysium ]
When I'm done…
[ there's the sound of his hood coming off, followed by a long, steadying inhale. then—cutting.
it's inconsistent, like he has to brace himself before every cut. they are going to be here for so long. does thorns feel like divorce yet? (there is no marriage certificate for him to rip up.) ]
thorns just waits. and waits. he wonders if he should have offered to do it instead, but that might have caused another crisis if he had. thinks of how much drama the hair dyeing caused. ]
[ they have been so in sync about so many things that when they run into things like this it is so telling. thorns cannot even slightly pretend to understand elysium's despair considering how many times he has set his own hair on fire.
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turns.
then kisses thorns three times in quick succession before he turns back to continue on to their post. he hopes more people show up, actually. ]
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thorns has decided it is time to give up on today. they are never going to flirt again. but he keeps following after him silently...
maybe they can just glue some wig hair into that spot? that should fix it. ]
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he is going to look so much edgier especially with his hair already being black. tears up. the rest of the day goes as usual so long as you ignore elysium contemplating an inordinate amount of intrusive thoughts as he stares out into the horizon.
it's fine. ]
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thankfully, the bandits was the only excitement for the day (if you ignore the hair tragedy), and eventually townspeople start slowly filtering back. while not everyone has returned, there's now enough people around that they can pack it up for the day.
the capybara is eating grass somewhere, content and unbothered. they probably actually could have kept it at the farm in hindsight and have avoided all of this. ]
Let's head back?
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in fact, he just pulls on his drawstrings so the only thing that can be seen is his nose. ]
Can you bring the scissors.
[ he cannot risk being seen like this. apparently, the hair crisis is enough for him to accept being apart for more than ten minutes. ]
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[ this is so unfortunate.
thorns will pick up their bags and marches off back to their place. people he walks by are confused to see him alone. ]
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spiritually. but at least he looks less mad and is now just miserable… the capybara has apparently moved from its spot and has its snout resting in his lap. he does not want to forgive… he will not forgive ]
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thorns walks over and settles down next to him. ]
I have it.
[ it's said so seriously that one would think it's some sort of contraband, but it's just a pair of scissors. ]
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[ he croaks like he's both dehydrated and going through withdrawal. he probably is. ]
Can you turn around?
[ and take this ch*ld with him he's losing his mind ]
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elysium didn't say any of the other stuff out loud so thorns is just turning around. ]
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he attempts to nudge the capybara away. predictably, that does nothing now that it's made itself comfortable. ]
Doesn't his other arm look really good? The one that's all shiny. Don't you want to try chewing on it, too?
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It can just eat my hair if it really wants to.
[ except it also won't like his hair dye..... ]
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Seared burdenbeast.
[ it
seems to get the hint and plops itself next to thorns sadly. ]
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he gives it a pat and then goes back to not looking at elysium... ]
When can I turn around?
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When I'm done…
[ there's the sound of his hood coming off, followed by a long, steadying inhale. then—cutting.
it's inconsistent, like he has to brace himself before every cut. they are going to be here for so long. does thorns feel like divorce yet? (there is no marriage certificate for him to rip up.) ]
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thorns just waits. and waits. he wonders if he should have offered to do it instead, but that might have caused another crisis if he had. thinks of how much drama the hair dyeing caused. ]
Everything okay?
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he does not say any of this aloud but he is absolutely thinking it, hand stilled and shaking.
breathe!! breathe!!!!!!! he resumed cutting. ]
Ten minutes.
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thorns goes quiet, giving the capybara another pat. about three minutes pass, ]
Are you sure I shouldn't be cutting it for you?
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so, it's not that he ignores thorns but he ignores thorns. does he get the next seven minutes to mourn his hair more or does thorns also lose it… ]
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he gets up to go look at some mushrooms..... ]
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when he finishes, he just pads over to wherever thorns is and hugs him from behind… the hood is once again drawn. sniffs. ]
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a moment of silence for his loss ]
Let's go home now, mi vida.
[ before someone sees elysium and he panics again. ]
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[ he's significantly more docile now, at least. he will hold onto one of thorns' fingers… and sniffs again. ]
If anyone asks it happened in combat.
[ not because thorns' new child tried to vore him ]
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We can just leave it at the farm...
[ now that they know it doesn't tend to wander apparently. ]
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[ this is said half-heartedly not because he will miss it but because he's now essentially phantom. is he elysium anymore… no… ]
Sorry.
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