[ 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... ]
[ why is this bird constantly their third wheel. justice for bird
still, it's soft enough that he's immediately mollified by its presence. he rubs his cheek against it and sighs contentedly. as for his temperature, it's fine. a few points above normal, but after their terrible, no-good week (which, was it really that terrible considering how many long-avoided conversations they finally had?), the end of their recovery is finally in sight.
his stomach, however, is starting to rumble. guess who forgot to eat. thorns may have already noticed the untouched takeout container still sitting in the fridge along with whatever had been left of thorns' soup. ]
thorns' problem is that he doesn't want to wake elysium up if he's still sleeping, but he also doesn't want to heat the food up in case it takes him a while to get up... what is the point if it just goes cold again. so thorns continues to sit and scroll on his phone, messaging his professors.
he sees the dating app on his phone. he forgot elysium set the account up... thorns didn't even get to use it. ]
he stirs, half-asleep. assuming thorns is still there, he reaches out until his hands find bird instead. his arms curl loosely around it, pressing a drowsy kiss to its cheek before his brow furrows, eyes still shut. ]
[ thorns watches this happen, surprised over how attached elysium seems to be over this plush. thorns really screwed up by not winning it and giving it to him... a tale of star-crossed lovers.
except then he speaks and the illusion is shattered. ]
Even if I wanted you to, could you? You really struggled the last few times you tried.
[ this is like when twinks delude themselves they can princess carry their significant others then embarrass themselves in the process. unfortunately, elysium just continues the trend of pvp and pats thorns reassuringly again. ]
[ somehow, this pisses thorns off so much it's what finally motivates him to go to the gym properly.
but he will help him over to the living room, where he immediately heads to the couch to deposit elysium there. he is not taking him to the kitchen with him. ]
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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
…
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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still, it's soft enough that he's immediately mollified by its presence. he rubs his cheek against it and sighs contentedly. as for his temperature, it's fine. a few points above normal, but after their terrible, no-good week (which, was it really that terrible considering how many long-avoided conversations they finally had?), the end of their recovery is finally in sight.
his stomach, however, is starting to rumble. guess who forgot to eat. thorns may have already noticed the untouched takeout container still sitting in the fridge along with whatever had been left of thorns' soup. ]
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thorns' problem is that he doesn't want to wake elysium up if he's still sleeping, but he also doesn't want to heat the food up in case it takes him a while to get up... what is the point if it just goes cold again. so thorns continues to sit and scroll on his phone, messaging his professors.
he sees the dating app on his phone. he forgot elysium set the account up... thorns didn't even get to use it. ]
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he stirs, half-asleep. assuming thorns is still there, he reaches out until his hands find bird instead. his arms curl loosely around it, pressing a drowsy kiss to its cheek before his brow furrows, eyes still shut. ]
… Did you get softer?
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except then he speaks and the illusion is shattered. ]
Uh huh.
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more importantly, he sits up and makes his displeasure apparent
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You got up without me?
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[ absolutely not. his princess needs his rest?
thorns is not deranged enough to call elysium his princess here but still. ]
I can go heat up your food.
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but elysium scowls and whaps thorns with the bird. ]
I'm not decrepit. I'm coming with you.
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[ there is absolutely no need for that either but he still acts as if elysium is ready to pass out at any second.
probably because he has seen that happen multiple damn times this week... ]
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[ this is like when twinks delude themselves they can princess carry their significant others then embarrass themselves in the process. unfortunately, elysium just continues the trend of pvp and pats thorns reassuringly again. ]
It's okay. I need to make sure you eat.
[ gets up
he will use thorns as leverage tho ]
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but he will help him over to the living room, where he immediately heads to the couch to deposit elysium there. he is not taking him to the kitchen with him. ]
Stay here.
🐤
he's not sure why thorns is leaving him on the couch but he has two feet and he will use them to follow after him anyway. ]
Why?
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thorns just sighs before pulling out elysium's food to reheat. ]
What if you faint...?
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