Right? Right? Wouldn't you go insane if you had to keep reading others' thoughts on me? There's no finding anyone more considerate than I am.
[ except, after thorns' magazine spread is released, he officially gets voted most desirable newcomer—then in the more terminally online spaces, most f*ckable
[ he does dress absolutely nothing like one would imagine a model would. thankfully in this world, his tits are safely behind a shirt that has a modest neckline. ]
[ it's not the same, the drive isn't that long and it sounds like elysium is leaving right away... thorns settles in his seat and looks out the window. ]
So you're coming back late.
[ that is what it sounds like, so he is wondering if he should stay awake or not. ]
[ it took them ten years to progress into a relationship it'll take them another ten to go on a date.
he stalls when he pulls up to the curb; it feels wrong to let thorns go without doing or saying anything else. at the same time, he doesn't know what? how do they kiss when he hasn't even taken thorns somewhere nice and scenic for it?? ]
We missed a lot…
[ …
the next time makes… tomorrow at the library? this is so cursed. ]
Don't wait up for me.
[ can they even be considered as living together like this. help ]
[ thorns stays in the car for an extra moment, also unsure, before he remembers that elysium actually has somewhere he needs to be. so he gets out of the car and waves a hand in farewell.
...
god why are they so awkward now. this is what happens when you begin your relationship in a feverish state. he will hurry off to their apartment goodbye. ]
[ elysium also idles for an extra minute before he remembers he has somewhere he needs to be. the result is that he's a few minutes late to work, but what's a few minutes when he's staying way overtime anyway?
…
he does text some prelimary shots of thorns' spread just so there's something to mitigate the awkwardness. he gets a double page… wow… ]
Would you even recognise yourself if you saw this on billboards?
thorns stares at the pictures. it is weird to think about how when this was taken, elysium was secretly in love with him? thorns almost asks if he has any of the photos that they took together, but that seems too needy... ]
[ there's a bit of a pause where one would assume he's back to work. but minutes later! another ding, another image attachment. this time it's one of elysium's, except! thorns can be treated to a shot of him from top to bottom. ]
sends a screenshot of his home screen without additional context. it's another unobstructed angle except of their shot together… then goes back to work pleased.
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[ sniffs. ]
I'll be a wanted man.
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thorns just shakes his head. no. ]
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[ he squeezes thorns' hand tight. is this a bit? it's a shitty bit. ]
Aren't you glad you don't have to share me with the world?
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but he takes a moment to think over his response before actually speaking. ]
Yeah. I am.
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elysium is pleased with this answer ]
Right? Right? Wouldn't you go insane if you had to keep reading others' thoughts on me? There's no finding anyone more considerate than I am.
[ except, after thorns' magazine spread is released, he officially gets voted most desirable newcomer—then in the more terminally online spaces, most f*ckable
this is my world and i make the rules ]
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he squeezes elysium's hand. ]
Well, I'd ignore that. But I wouldn't want people to think they might have a chance.
[ he says this but their relationship is still early enough that anything might make them break up. ]
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after a disastrous day thorns is hitting the right dialogue choices… wow… ]
Even if other people are the problem, you can at least trust me to have my principles. No way they would.
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[ even if the relationship ends up being more difficult than they expected, that they can try to figure things out. ]
Although it works out that I won't have any issues like that with modeling.
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[ elysium will keep the ego searching to himself. the less he knows about what people want to do with him the better… ]
But people will probably have trouble picking you out in-person anyway. You're going through entire transformations in there.
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... What time do you get out of work?
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Are you feeling like you have to make up for this morning?
[ he flicks thorns' head. ]
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We were supposed to go together.
[ their first day back in civilization ]
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We don't have to do everything together. Don't worry so much about it.
[ he pulls the door open for thorns before sliding himself into the driver's seat. ]
We're going back together now, aren't we? That's something.
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So you're coming back late.
[ that is what it sounds like, so he is wondering if he should stay awake or not. ]
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Yeah. [ … ] If I'm being honest, I have more work to catch up to than schoolwork. I'll be pulling long days for the next week or so.
[ as an intern… okay!!!!! ]
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this has been such an unfortunate start to their relationship. they are truly never going to progress into the kissing stage. ]
... That's fine. You did miss a lot.
[ it makes sense to be busy after. ]
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he stalls when he pulls up to the curb; it feels wrong to let thorns go without doing or saying anything else. at the same time, he doesn't know what? how do they kiss when he hasn't even taken thorns somewhere nice and scenic for it?? ]
We missed a lot…
[ …
the next time makes… tomorrow at the library? this is so cursed. ]
Don't wait up for me.
[ can they even be considered as living together like this. help ]
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...
god why are they so awkward now. this is what happens when you begin your relationship in a feverish state. he will hurry off to their apartment goodbye. ]
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…
he does text some prelimary shots of thorns' spread just so there's something to mitigate the awkwardness. he gets a double page… wow… ]
Would you even recognise yourself if you saw this on billboards?
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thorns stares at the pictures. it is weird to think about how when this was taken, elysium was secretly in love with him? thorns almost asks if he has any of the photos that they took together, but that seems too needy... ]
Stylists are very impressive.
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I'd be in a lot of trouble if you started caring more about this stuff. It's been a week and suddenly you're the talk of the office, sheesh.
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[ IS THAT THE PROBLEM? ]
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[ there's a bit of a pause where one would assume he's back to work. but minutes later! another ding, another image attachment. this time it's one of elysium's, except! thorns can be treated to a shot of him from top to bottom. ]
In exchange. An exclusive shot just for you. ✌️
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he saves it. ]
You look
Nice
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[
sends a screenshot of his home screen without additional context. it's another unobstructed angle except of their shot together… then goes back to work pleased.
hehe ]
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