[ 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? ]
[ he starts off confident, then trails into uncertainty. ]
—… Uh. I don't remember. [ this says so much about his priorities. a smart man would've lied and said yes. ] I'll just take it with you if it's time. It's fine…
I think Scien would consider an attempt on his life as flirting.
[ he is such a weirdo...
but maybe elysium saying he still has feelings for thorns is just a byproduct of being sick and he will go back to trying to date scien after? who can say. ]
[ there is a reason elysium also has him blocked now but that's something they can deal with later in theory. thinks about how right after my vacation is the short term probably marks down sc*en's death for 2026
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elysium pokes thorns' cheek. ]
Mm. You're right. But I don't need to close my eyes for that?
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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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but all that movement does make him stir. ]
Do you need to go pee?
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[ … wow.
this feels so domestic he almost forgets what he was going to say next, heart doing a quiet flip in his chest. ]
I was going to check the time. It's a dose every six hours.
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[ he has no idea if it's been six hours or not, which makes sense since elysium is checking it...
there's a pause. ]
Wait, did you take the medicine?
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Of course I di—
[ he starts off confident, then trails into uncertainty. ]
—… Uh. I don't remember. [ this says so much about his priorities. a smart man would've lied and said yes. ] I'll just take it with you if it's time. It's fine…
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thorns frowns, and then pokes him again, this time more aggressively. ]
I'm going to watch you take it. And you'll do it first.
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[ doesn't retaliate because this is what he deserves… he sits up long enough to each for his phone and frowns at the time. ]
Go back to sleep. It's in another two hours.
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[ but he's awake...
he does settle back down though, looking up at elysium. ]
Come here.
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elysium lays back down and inches forward. like this? ]
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he covers elysium's eyes with his hand. ]
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What about you?
[
also puts his hand across thorns' eyes. ]
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Go back to sleep.
[ he tries to remove elysium's hand with his other one. ]
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It was either we get better together or we get worse together. You need to sleep, too.
[ in case that wasn't enough of an argument: ]
You were warmer.
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[ he'll fight you...
there's a pause, and his hand moves to gently tug at one of elysium's stands of hair (that he still has in this thread). ]
I need you to get better.
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[ thorns' murderous rages don't hit the same when he's a noodle… he play frowns. ]
Ow. [ … ] We need to plan how to get away with murder together.
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[ he is such a weirdo...
but maybe elysium saying he still has feelings for thorns is just a byproduct of being sick and he will go back to trying to date scien after? who can say. ]
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[ what
anyway. comedy gold for thorns to consider other people weirdos. ]
Let's stop talking about him. We'll just raise our blood pressure and make it even harder to sleep.
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... ]
Close your eyes and imagine something you like instead of relax.
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elysium pokes thorns' cheek. ]
Mm. You're right. But I don't need to close my eyes for that?
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and about five seconds later turns so his face is covered by his pillow. goodbye. ]
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[ he attempts to pry thorns away from his pillow, though not very successfully. ]
You won't be able to breathe like that. Even if it's the point, I kind of need you alive.
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it was such an easy setup but it still got him... ]
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he leans in closer and blows a puff of air into thorns' exposed ear. ]
Don't ignore me.
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