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…
… You should give me points for how strict the timeline's gonna be. And while you're at it, this isn't even in my line of work? Throw in a multiplier while you're at it.
[ thorns should be nice anyway because it's HIM!!!!!!! he huffs and starts tugging him under various awnings… there's only so much coverage before they have to face the rain proper. elysium hums. ]
We might as well. I don't think it's going to let up any time soon.
[ almost as if on cue, lightning flashes and is followed by a low rumble of thunder. the only other option is waiting it out and he isn't sure if it's worth it. ]
Count of three? One, two... [ he kisses elysium again ] three.
okay. sure. if thorns is allowed to cheat, so is elysium. there's a split moment's shock followed by a tug on thorns' hand at three—he is not letting thorns have the final say (kiss) in this? after, and only after that kiss will be step out into the rain first.
off they go! thorns squeezes his hand as they go. they are so fucking wet almost immediately. it's a good thing they left when they did or else they might have been still on the farm when this happened and that's even further away from their place. ]
[ one is too literal, the other is too figurative. but it's fine, elysium will just make sure they both warm themselves up by this fire…
they do, unfortunately, have to deal with the sorry state of their clothes. the innkeepers look thoroughly unimpressed, scolding them not to track mud inside, and then look at them expectantly to
strip.
elysium, for obvious reasons, is not particularly keen on this idea and tries to laugh it off, but the innkeepers aren't joking, their seriousness hanging in the air like a weight. uh oh. ]
elysium is thinking the same thing when the older man decides to stand in their way. he simply pats him on the head and says he's a shy guy despite how it looks; they'll leave the floors better than they left them and strong arms his way around.
it kind of works but not really. when they're through the doors, elysium gives thorns a side-eye… ]
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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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We can have fireworks.
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he smooches thorns back, unaware of the existence of this cursed possibility. ]
Yeah? I'll learn how to make them. No helping me.
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[ he gives him another kiss in return for that one. ]
I'll judge them.
[ he won't even be nice about it. ]
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[ thorns should be nice anyway because it's HIM!!!!!!! he huffs and starts tugging him under various awnings… there's only so much coverage before they have to face the rain proper. elysium hums. ]
Should we run the rest of the way?
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[ almost as if on cue, lightning flashes and is followed by a low rumble of thunder. the only other option is waiting it out and he isn't sure if it's worth it. ]
Count of three? One, two... [ he kisses elysium again ] three.
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okay. sure. if thorns is allowed to cheat, so is elysium. there's a split moment's shock followed by a tug on thorns' hand at three—he is not letting thorns have the final say (kiss) in this? after, and only after that kiss will be step out into the rain first.
brat. ]
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off they go! thorns squeezes his hand as they go. they are so fucking wet almost immediately. it's a good thing they left when they did or else they might have been still on the farm when this happened and that's even further away from their place. ]
You're going to get sick....
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Just warm me up when we're back and I'll be good to go!
[ ignores how thorns is cold. irrelevant. what matters is that he warms the heart. ]
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thorns just excepts what elysium says and wonders if he should just start a fire to warm him. ]
Will do.
[ two different thought processes. ]
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they do, unfortunately, have to deal with the sorry state of their clothes. the innkeepers look thoroughly unimpressed, scolding them not to track mud inside, and then look at them expectantly to
strip.
elysium, for obvious reasons, is not particularly keen on this idea and tries to laugh it off, but the innkeepers aren't joking, their seriousness hanging in the air like a weight. uh oh. ]
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he grabs elysium by the shoulder and pushes him towards the direction of where their room is. ]
Take off your shoes. I'll clean up the mess so you guys don't have to worry about it.
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unfortunately
elysium is thinking the same thing when the older man decides to stand in their way. he simply pats him on the head and says he's a shy guy despite how it looks; they'll leave the floors better than they left them and strong arms his way around.
it kind of works but not really. when they're through the doors, elysium gives thorns a side-eye… ]
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