[ 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?
[ elysium is giddy in the way a playground bully would be knowing that their tactics are working. this is so dangerous… also, let them never reach the levels of h*rny they have in the other thread anywhere else. amen.
back to reality, at the very least, he knows when to stop. their asses need to rest… ]
You aren't? That's good. I wouldn't have been able to sleep if you were.
[ fingers finds thorns' cheek and brush against them gently. ]
[ whoa... too bad this will be over once elysium is no longer feverish and returns to his common sense.
but he will close his eyes since looking at elysium directly is still embarrsssing. in general, thorns still isn't quite sure how to progress with this. it was one thing to decide to just never confess and live that way, but he had not imagined any scenario where elysium had LIED about getting over his feelings.
he eventually snoozed again thinking about this. ]
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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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he does turn his head away from the pillow finally, and unsurprisingly he is blushing. ]
I'm not ignoring you.
[ he was. ]
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back to reality, at the very least, he knows when to stop. their asses need to rest… ]
You aren't? That's good. I wouldn't have been able to sleep if you were.
[ fingers finds thorns' cheek and brush against them gently. ]
I'll sleep well, so make sure you do, too.
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but he will close his eyes since looking at elysium directly is still embarrsssing. in general, thorns still isn't quite sure how to progress with this. it was one thing to decide to just never confess and live that way, but he had not imagined any scenario where elysium had LIED about getting over his feelings.
he eventually snoozed again thinking about this. ]
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