[ this is how people placate toddlers… it is unfortunately so effective. he sniffles. ]
You'd love me even if I were a slug.
[ is this a complaint. who knows. but he will just stay where thorns has left him also like a toddler who does not know what to do with himself? he's thorns' well-behaved bbbb. ]
[ they are both beyond asking for permission it pleases him more than it should. ]
I already feel better.
[ because he can lean over and kiss thorns at any time… one has to remind themselves of the things they do have in life.
the real sticking point is him being one (1) intrusive thought away from having another meltdown, but he obediently allows himself to be ferried and/or manhandled. he trusts thorns with his life… ]
[ there is nothing wrong with them except the fact they like each other a little too much. no big deal.
rather, hasn't he been fixed? he used to be so allergic to thorns' pampering him but now they can have a nice and peaceful time. he is attractive, thank u thorns. ]
[ elysium will snap out of this eventually and he will return to being allergic to it, so thorns will appreciate this now while it lasts. all it took was elysium getting traumatized.
but thorns will wash him lovingly... if elysium even slightly looks like his mind is wandering back to his hair, he will get a kiss to distract him.
[ help only works if the people themselves acknowledge they need it and in no timeline where they both can be god will that happen.
but they're fine now, right? no more trying to fix every little thing? on the bright side, now that his hair is so far gone he does not care how thorns chooses to dry or brush it so long as he's attached to thorns' side.
I'm half expecting the roof to collapse when we try...
[ today has been such a bust...
in actuality it is kind of absurd for them to assume that they should be like this every day with no interruption, but that's what the expectations are now. ]
We're not letting something like that come between us. Never.
[ so, what
they're going to canoodle under rubble? it seems like it. but elysium is more or less done behaving now, wrapping his arms around thorns to drag him over to bed. they will flirt or die trying… they are well. ]
he follows him into bed easily enough, and immediately presses himself again him. hi. why are they acting as if they have been separated all day when they've been attached like always? ]
[ they were working so it isn't the same vibe as when they're in private. it's different. they are separating their work and personal lives in the best way possible in that they aren't whatsoever but in their delusional minds they are.
but, yes. hi. he kisses thorns on the cheek then the mouth. thorns has one chance tomorrow morning to throw away all the mirrors before elysium wakes up and they repeat this process all over again. ]
Hm, I don't know. I think you need to do it again so I can know for sure.
[ kill them
but he is so pleased. today had been very emotional. most of the emotions were elysium's, yes, but there was a certain point where things had gotten genuinely rocky and troubling before they managed to move the conversation along. this? this is safe. ]
[ this will just progressively get more nsfw until they're satisfied. which is never. they do, however, have physical limitations so they will have to stop to their eventual chagrin.
elysium's back to laughing lightly by the end of it so that's something—though, there can be close calls when he occasionally mutters under his breath how certain things aren't as sexy. without long hair, how can it frame his features perfectly…?
[ thorns' next mission is to cure baldness he can't take this anymore
thorns just snuggles his face against elysium's whenever this happens. stop it. they can't have another breakdown, thorns barely was able to handle the previous ones. ]
[ how is this the one thing that's strained their relationship the most
elysium, none the wiser, also snuggles cutely against thorns and sighs contentedly, not acknowledging the trials and tribulations he's had to go through in the last six odd hours. ]
It's been a long day, hasn't it been? We deserve it. [ smooches thorns' collarbone. ] I love you.
[ somehow thorns' biggest issue with elysium is his vanity and not the fact that he has gone insane. nice
the way elysium isn't even bald but they're both treating it like he is. thorns will wake up to elysium intensely staring in the mirror… does he dare approach…? ]
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but thorns will lead them to their bathroom that only has a shower. he will hope that elysium does not look at the mirror. ]
I'll get your clothes off for you.
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At least I still have my body. Hand-chiseled by the predecessors themselves…
[ this is insane talk ]
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thorns pats him again soothingly. ]
You are so attractive.
[ and then he goes to set up the shower...... don't have another breakdown when he is five feet away... ]
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You'd love me even if I were a slug.
[ is this a complaint. who knows. but he will just stay where thorns has left him also like a toddler who does not know what to do with himself? he's thorns' well-behaved bbbb. ]
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once thorns is satisfied with the temperature, he returns to elysium's side and just starts undressing him without waiting for permission. ]
You'll feel better in a minute.
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I already feel better.
[ because he can lean over and kiss thorns at any time… one has to remind themselves of the things they do have in life.
the real sticking point is him being one (1) intrusive thought away from having another meltdown, but he obediently allows himself to be ferried and/or manhandled. he trusts thorns with his life… ]
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thorns will strip himself after he finishes with elysium, and then pulls him into the shower with him. this really is just caring for a bbbb. ]
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rather, hasn't he been fixed? he used to be so allergic to thorns' pampering him but now they can have a nice and peaceful time. he is attractive, thank u thorns. ]
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but thorns will wash him lovingly... if elysium even slightly looks like his mind is wandering back to his hair, he will get a kiss to distract him.
they truly need help. ]
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but they're fine now, right? no more trying to fix every little thing? on the bright side, now that his hair is so far gone he does not care how thorns chooses to dry or brush it so long as he's attached to thorns' side.
at some point during this: ]
We have to canoodle.
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[ today has been such a bust...
in actuality it is kind of absurd for them to assume that they should be like this every day with no interruption, but that's what the expectations are now. ]
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[ so, what
they're going to canoodle under rubble? it seems like it. but elysium is more or less done behaving now, wrapping his arms around thorns to drag him over to bed. they will flirt or die trying… they are well. ]
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he follows him into bed easily enough, and immediately presses himself again him. hi. why are they acting as if they have been separated all day when they've been attached like always? ]
Kiss me.
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but, yes. hi. he kisses thorns on the cheek then the mouth. thorns has one chance tomorrow morning to throw away all the mirrors before elysium wakes up and they repeat this process all over again. ]
What else can I do for you?
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[ he needs to think of something else but he is pleased by the simplest of things.
thorns kisses him despite saying this. ]
Like that.
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he kisses thorns back exactly as instructed. then—he kisses him again, with tongue the second time. ]
How about like that?
[ can the roof actually cave in ]
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[ kill them
but he is so pleased. today had been very emotional. most of the emotions were elysium's, yes, but there was a certain point where things had gotten genuinely rocky and troubling before they managed to move the conversation along. this? this is safe. ]
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elysium's back to laughing lightly by the end of it so that's something—though, there can be close calls when he occasionally mutters under his breath how certain things aren't as sexy. without long hair, how can it frame his features perfectly…?
life is hard. ]
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thorns just snuggles his face against elysium's whenever this happens. stop it. they can't have another breakdown, thorns barely was able to handle the previous ones. ]
We can sleep in tomorrow.
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elysium, none the wiser, also snuggles cutely against thorns and sighs contentedly, not acknowledging the trials and tribulations he's had to go through in the last six odd hours. ]
It's been a long day, hasn't it been? We deserve it. [ smooches thorns' collarbone. ] I love you.
[ thorns' parasite of a baby ]
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but they can sleep. and unless either of them have nightmares, they can progress to the next morning... is elysium still normal..... ]
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the way elysium isn't even bald but they're both treating it like he is. thorns will wake up to elysium intensely staring in the mirror… does he dare approach…? ]
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but thorns will tiptoe over to him. hi... ]
Morning...?
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Hi.
[ that's it. that's the dialogue. ]
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You're awake already.
[ casual... ]
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