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. ]
well, considering there's no way to know for thorns to know, elysium ends up staying awake. he watches thorns for a few minutes before he decides that this is wrong and flips onto his back to stare at the ceiling instead. it's easier to stay up for another hour than set an alarm for it…
there are a lot of things to go through that it ends up taking him the entire way. at the hour mark: ]
Hey. Medicine.
[ whispers! he's managed to climb out over thorns and has both the medicine and a glass of water. ]
[ and then everything explodes when they have to go back to life ]
Until we're both better. Shhh…
[ —muffled by the fact that he's currently buried in thorns, but it should be legible enough. even if he tries to protest, it falls on deaf ears; he conks out immediately after forcing his eyes open for an hour. his job is done. he can die now. ]
but they can fall asleep, cuddling. the way they have cuddled so much and it's simply because they are so deliriously sick that they can't get as shy over it as they normally might.
but they can have a healthy few hours before stirring again. what fucking time is it. they basically missed a week of class at this point. ]
[ elysium will probably have a few sleepless nights wondering if he was too bold… they've already done so much so fast.
but extremely glad they're not the kind of people who go in sick and infect an entire class or workplace… blows those people up with my mind. thorns can rouse first! elysium's set his alarm for six hours after they'd taken their medicine and his ass is not getting up before then. he's dead. ]
thorns glances at him, and then will make an attempt to untangle himself from elysium to get out of the bed. the him from the wedding would be in so much disbelief. ]
[ thorns leaving is significantly less cute. between his departure and the cold draft that slips in when the blanket lifts, elysium sneezes, shivers, and curls further into himself.
it takes almost half an hour for thorns to return, this time with the bird in hand. he sets it down on elysium's other side before slipping back into bed. he checks elysium's temperature... how is he feeling... ]
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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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well, considering there's no way to know for thorns to know, elysium ends up staying awake. he watches thorns for a few minutes before he decides that this is wrong and flips onto his back to stare at the ceiling instead. it's easier to stay up for another hour than set an alarm for it…
there are a lot of things to go through that it ends up taking him the entire way. at the hour mark: ]
Hey. Medicine.
[ whispers! he's managed to climb out over thorns and has both the medicine and a glass of water. ]
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You need to take it first.
[ he needs to witness it happening. ]
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Oh… right.
[ HE FORGOT AGAIN
but he will proceed to take what's in his hand in front of thorns and quickly scurries off to get another… ]
Here.
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he will take the second pill and then glare at elysium. ]
You weren't going to take it.
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[ he reaches forward to pat thorns' head. pat pat. ]
I was just making sure you took yours first.
[ and then he would've inevitably gotten distracted by one thing or another, but that's not the timeline they're currently on, so. sue him. ]
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he swats his hand away. ]
Did you want to rest more?
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hahahaha
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instead of answering he just crawls back in and curls up against thorns. hi. ]
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but also very cute? thorns does not have his defenses up yet against elysium being cute. he needs to train against this. ]
That's a yes?
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Until we're both better. Shhh…
[ —muffled by the fact that he's currently buried in thorns, but it should be legible enough. even if he tries to protest, it falls on deaf ears; he conks out immediately after forcing his eyes open for an hour. his job is done. he can die now. ]
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but they can fall asleep, cuddling. the way they have cuddled so much and it's simply because they are so deliriously sick that they can't get as shy over it as they normally might.
but they can have a healthy few hours before stirring again. what fucking time is it. they basically missed a week of class at this point. ]
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but extremely glad they're not the kind of people who go in sick and infect an entire class or workplace… blows those people up with my mind. thorns can rouse first! elysium's set his alarm for six hours after they'd taken their medicine and his ass is not getting up before then. he's dead. ]
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thorns glances at him, and then will make an attempt to untangle himself from elysium to get out of the bed. the him from the wedding would be in so much disbelief. ]
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he’s being abandoned? how rude. ]
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it takes almost half an hour for thorns to return, this time with the bird in hand. he sets it down on elysium's other side before slipping back into bed. he checks elysium's temperature... how is he feeling... ]
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