[ listen. they may be insane but they are still allowed to have things where they go 'hmmm i would prefer if that did not happen actually'
thorns just innocently swings their hand as they walk, internally pleased by how married they seem. when they get to the grocer they are greatly thanked for their help; it definitely looks like it might start pouring very soon. ]
[ wrong. elysium's going to remember the one rejection for the rest of his life.
what else he's going to remember is this: the grocer asking where thorns' ring is? he's never seen him with one, he's curious. is it so valuable that he keeps it stowed away? they are so in love there's no way he doesn't have one.
elysium freezes up so bad the grocer realises they've walked right onto a landmine.
thorns goes quiet (well, he was already quiet) before sighin. ]
I had to sell it. We were desperate for money.
[ this isn't an entire lie. thorns did in fact have to give away a ring. was it a wedding one? no. but it's close enough to the truth he manages to sound believable. ]
[ elysium is spiraling so hard and thorns didn't even need to die for him to. the two-hit combo between the hair and wedding ring realisation…
…
he's still catatonic even after thorns' explanation. in fact, he might be doing worse? why didn't they sell his ring? he needs to be more conscious of making money, doesn't he? oh god, the scenario where he has to sell his body for them to find their lifestyle might come to pass it he doesn't think of something.
[ thorns, meanwhile, is complete unaware of elysium's crisis.
the grocer comments on how terrible that is and that he hopes they manage to get a replacement ring soon. thorns nods. in reality he just wants to be able to wear the original feather elysium gave him again, but he cannot because the color does not match the dye job... plus they kind of don't want to showcase that elysium is liberi since they are in hiding.
the hubby is not doing okay. in fact, he looks even more stressed than he had been than when his hair had been eaten. isn't that sweet? he loves thorns more than his hair. ]
Can I really say I love you if I can't provide for you…?
can't do it here because the town is under the impression that they already are... they'd need to travel to a different city for it. how did they let this happen they should have just said they're engaged. ]
he thinks his feathers are worth more than any ring. but that's not how the world works. so! this is what he must do and this is what he will do or die trying. ]
[ they're really having this conversation while it's raining and thundering. the power of being in love? the grocer inside is probably wondering what the hell is holding them up, or if thorns is still stuck comforting elysium after hitting him with psychological trauma. that wouldn't be wrong. ]
I still want to make it at least a little memorable, though. Our fireworks…
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thorns just innocently swings their hand as they walk, internally pleased by how married they seem. when they get to the grocer they are greatly thanked for their help; it definitely looks like it might start pouring very soon. ]
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what else he's going to remember is this: the grocer asking where thorns' ring is? he's never seen him with one, he's curious. is it so valuable that he keeps it stowed away? they are so in love there's no way he doesn't have one.
elysium freezes up so bad the grocer realises they've walked right onto a landmine.
goodbye. ]
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thorns goes quiet (well, he was already quiet) before sighin. ]
I had to sell it. We were desperate for money.
[ this isn't an entire lie. thorns did in fact have to give away a ring. was it a wedding one? no. but it's close enough to the truth he manages to sound believable. ]
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…
he's still catatonic even after thorns' explanation. in fact, he might be doing worse? why didn't they sell his ring? he needs to be more conscious of making money, doesn't he? oh god, the scenario where he has to sell his body for them to find their lifestyle might come to pass it he doesn't think of something.
he is officially the worst husband ever. ]
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the grocer comments on how terrible that is and that he hopes they manage to get a replacement ring soon. thorns nods. in reality he just wants to be able to wear the original feather elysium gave him again, but he cannot because the color does not match the dye job... plus they kind of don't want to showcase that elysium is liberi since they are in hiding.
he finally turns to look at his hubby. ]
What?
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the hubby is not doing okay. in fact, he looks even more stressed than he had been than when his hair had been eaten. isn't that sweet? he loves thorns more than his hair. ]
Can I really say I love you if I can't provide for you…?
[ the ring now counts as a necessity ]
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thorns was so unconcerned about the ring it takes a few seconds for him to understand what is happening here. he grabs his hand. ]
I'm fine without a ring.
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in the most strangled voice he can muster: ]
We aren't married, esposo.
1/2
closes it.
... ]
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[ they truly have been larping a married couple so hard that they just forgot they aren't actually married. oh my god. ]
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…
Our honeymoon…
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[ they just
can't do it here because the town is under the impression that they already are... they'd need to travel to a different city for it. how did they let this happen they should have just said they're engaged. ]
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[ genuinely
he thinks his feathers are worth more than any ring. but that's not how the world works. so! this is what he must do and this is what he will do or die trying. ]
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[ he still has other ones that he put away in case they needed to be bartered or sold, so obviously they can just say it's a wedding ring?
this completely goes against how wedding rings are normally given actually but thorns just does not want elysium to stress out. ]
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What are you going to tell people when they ask how I proposed to you?
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he realizes that he can't say they decided this in a fit of sexually charged, codependent insanity, huh. no one needs to know how crazy they are. ]
I don't know... you just suggested it?
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he shrieks. ]
This is what we need to fix! Thorns!!!!!
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Okay. What do you suggest we do?
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I'll get you a ring and propose to you on the beaches of Siesta and that's what you can tell people.
[ pauses. ]
There'll be fireworks.
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[ how detailed are these plans?
but he's mostly amused... elysium is so cute. ]
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[ he swings their arms while deep in thought. australia killed me today so this is me padding my brackets to ease my conscience… ]
What else should we include? A helicopter ride? A bouquet of poison ivy?
[ don't worry about the funds ]
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[ he assigns elysium a the one accidentally brushing on poison ivy and not himself.
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[ this only holds true because he is not in the lab enough to make things explode.
but for trying to be romantic, all he wants now is to throttle thorns. tch. ]
… Your ideal proposal's just that we're together, isn't it?
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[ he is so simple and does not need something impressive or super planned out. ]
As long as it's just me and you.
[ thorns is banning public proposals. ]
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[ they're really having this conversation while it's raining and thundering. the power of being in love? the grocer inside is probably wondering what the hell is holding them up, or if thorns is still stuck comforting elysium after hitting him with psychological trauma. that wouldn't be wrong. ]
I still want to make it at least a little memorable, though. Our fireworks…
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