I know. That's why I'm sorry. I wouldn't let you be with anyone else, either. Or be in love with them, or let it happen. My circumstances are what they are, my personality is what it is, but I can't let you go.
[ he takes thorns' other hand, clasping both in his own and giving them a firm squeeze. ]
[ thorns can't picture a life without elysium. even when he tries to keep things platonic, or him at a distance, they just eventually come crashing together again. why should he ever want anything other than this? ]
I love every part of you. Even the parts you don't want me to see. Nothing will ever change that.
[ okay but that does not change the fact that if thorns was meant for a fish wife he would not be having this problem of oripathy and shorter life spans. but it's reiterating an argument they have before—they've just never had it this in plain.
he tips forward to kiss thorns gently. ]
And that's all that can be said. I love you too, mi luz. We'll stretch our now for however long we can.
[ who wouldn't want to romance the second most fuckable man? thornsbowl… ]
I need you to promise me you won't try to take care of my Oripathy behind my back. Or make decisions solely because of it.
[ it's easy to say now, of course. and it's not like elysium wants to throw his life for a disease he doesn't have to. yet, he's not sure if there's a solution they can agree on exists. ]
[ even if he very well has his suspicions—he wants to trust thorns. he wants to give all he can that he couldn't before. then, he releases one hand so he's back to holding just the one. ]
Before that, we have a lot to make up for from today.
but this means they are steering away from the awkward atmosphere, which is good. it's difficult, when you both think you should discuss difficult topics while also avoiding them. ]
[ okay but this just means they're using h*rny to escape their problems again. which, is harder to give up when it's practically been the foundation to their relationship—but would it even be possible to?
not questions elysium's interested in exploring the answer to when there's something else much more worth his time. like, researching and theorising how long thorns will let elysium make out with him in front of this farm before he wants to move. yippee ]
[ he would jokingly say the capybara but elysium might actually take that seriously.
so instead they can just make out in public. they are genuinely the most annoying people alive. they can go at this for a while, but after some time someone loudly clears their throat. thorns ignores them. they do it again.
it's the guard. he wants to begrudging thank them for the help and went looking for them. ]
[ elysium would plot the capybara's untimely demise it's true. thorns' lack of common sense is a black hole… he doesn't understand what's so hard about minding your own goddamn business? they're clearly busy.
he kind of wants to ignore him a third time when he remembers they're on thin ice and antagonising him further won't do them any favours. he very clearly wants to sigh when he parts with thorns, but he does keep a hand firmly on thorns' waist.
the guard is disgusted. what does elysium think he'll do? try to steal his husband? no thanks!!!! but elysium clears his throat and asks if the prisoners gave him any problems. he says no and they've agreed to do community service under supervision, so if they see them around not to worry about it—unless they're trying to break rules again.
what elysium's slightly more interested in, however: ]
[ the guard just says no they never brought it up.
thorns pinches elysium. why is he trying to abandon the doctor so quickly, this is why they can't have real children.
but the guard will head out since he needs to make up a work plan for the bandits. thorns waits for him to be out of hearing range before turning to look at his (not) husband. ]
I thought I was having you? No way a little interruption's enough to kill my appetite. Who do you think I am?
[ the guard is not in earshot of this, but at this exact moment, he feels so much regret for going out of his way to say thanks when all he got out of it was psychological damage. never again. ]
thorns is so close to just making out with him again and only stops himself because they are likely going to just get interrupted a second time if they don't move. he can only get cucked so many times. ]
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[ a lot easier—and for so many reasons, at that.
he physically turns thorns' head forward. no looking. ]
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There wouldn't be anyone else. I can only be in love because it's with you. It wouldn't have happened with a different person.
[ this feels like a conversation from so long ago, when they were first discovering what a relationship between them might mean. ]
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[ he takes thorns' other hand, clasping both in his own and giving them a firm squeeze. ]
That's what I'm sorry for.
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[ thorns can't picture a life without elysium. even when he tries to keep things platonic, or him at a distance, they just eventually come crashing together again. why should he ever want anything other than this? ]
I love every part of you. Even the parts you don't want me to see. Nothing will ever change that.
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he tips forward to kiss thorns gently. ]
And that's all that can be said. I love you too, mi luz. We'll stretch our now for however long we can.
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although it's still difficult thinking of things with an end date. ]
I just need you to know that I wouldn't trade this for anything else. So don't apologize for this again.
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I need you to promise me you won't try to take care of my Oripathy behind my back. Or make decisions solely because of it.
[ it's easy to say now, of course. and it's not like elysium wants to throw his life for a disease he doesn't have to. yet, he's not sure if there's a solution they can agree on exists. ]
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[ this is a lie, he definitely has, but thorns is aware that oripathy is a more sensitive topic than most. ]
We need to make decisions together, right? That's why we came here.
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[ even if he very well has his suspicions—he wants to trust thorns. he wants to give all he can that he couldn't before. then, he releases one hand so he's back to holding just the one. ]
Before that, we have a lot to make up for from today.
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[ well the first thing they're going to do when they're back is deal with elysium's second mental backdown when he actually looks in a mirror.
but they don't know that yet. ]
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he crowds thorns' space because he can. ]
What else didn't we get to do? Flirt.
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[ at least go inside before you start doing pda
but this means they are steering away from the awkward atmosphere, which is good. it's difficult, when you both think you should discuss difficult topics while also avoiding them. ]
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[ okay but this just means they're using h*rny to escape their problems again. which, is harder to give up when it's practically been the foundation to their relationship—but would it even be possible to?
not questions elysium's interested in exploring the answer to when there's something else much more worth his time. like, researching and theorising how long thorns will let elysium make out with him in front of this farm before he wants to move. yippee ]
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so instead they can just make out in public. they are genuinely the most annoying people alive. they can go at this for a while, but after some time someone loudly clears their throat. thorns ignores them. they do it again.
it's the guard. he wants to begrudging thank them for the help and went looking for them. ]
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he kind of wants to ignore him a third time when he remembers they're on thin ice and antagonising him further won't do them any favours. he very clearly wants to sigh when he parts with thorns, but he does keep a hand firmly on thorns' waist.
the guard is disgusted. what does elysium think he'll do? try to steal his husband? no thanks!!!! but elysium clears his throat and asks if the prisoners gave him any problems. he says no and they've agreed to do community service under supervision, so if they see them around not to worry about it—unless they're trying to break rules again.
what elysium's slightly more interested in, however: ]
Did they ever ask about their burdenbeast?
[ tears up ]
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thorns pinches elysium. why is he trying to abandon the doctor so quickly, this is why they can't have real children.
but the guard will head out since he needs to make up a work plan for the bandits. thorns waits for him to be out of hearing range before turning to look at his (not) husband. ]
Elysium.
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Hey now, don't look at me like that. I just wanted to see if there was anything about them worth salvaging. They're clearly heartless.
[ and elysium isn't ]
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he starts to tug elysium. time to go. ]
What do you want for dinner?
[ they were probably given some festival food but he will be a good wife and ask. ]
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I thought I was having you? No way a little interruption's enough to kill my appetite. Who do you think I am?
[ the guard is not in earshot of this, but at this exact moment, he feels so much regret for going out of his way to say thanks when all he got out of it was psychological damage. never again. ]
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thorns is so close to just making out with him again and only stops himself because they are likely going to just get interrupted a second time if they don't move. he can only get cucked so many times. ]
Mm, well, guess you'll have to show me then.
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freezes in front of the mirror. being lovey-dovey is officially off the table… it has never been so over. ]
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thorns slowly sets their stuff down and just stares at elysium. ]
Everything good?
[ not at all. ]
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he walks over and squats down so he's more at level with him. ]
You look great...
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[ thorns does not know it's the compounded effect of his hair being black and short. that's too much change in a relatively short amount of time……
but he throws his arms around thorns and buries himself in the crook between his knees. what is he even whining about, then? he needs to be smacked. ]
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