[ 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.
[ they are college students kicking their feet over things high schoolers would find cringe…
but it's true, thirty minutes after the fact elysium wonders if he's being too much? was it too soon to set them as his wallpaper? looking at it gives him strength to go on, though… this cycles at least three more times during the evening, at which the end he slaps his face and tells himself to lock in.
[ they are... so stupid. this is what happens when one person doesn't think about relationships and the other was pining so hard they missed out on proper romance for years.
thorns stays up... granted it is partly because of how much work he needs to catch up on, but does he work on it a little slower than usual? perhaps.
listen he just wants to be able to say goodnight it's fine. living with your boyfriend is terrible actually. ]
in his defense, even though he should never have a defense, he's only an utter embarrassment when he's alone. once work picks up and people flit in and out to talk to him, he loses himself in it for the last few hours, enough that by the time he finally stumbles home, it's well past midnight.
he moves quietly, as he always does. but a small, traitorous part of him hopes thorns is still awake, even though he knows it's probably better if he isn't.
he peeks around the corner. he's a ninja in his own home. ]
but his bedroom door is open, and he's sitting at his desk, typing away. so whenever elysium walks down the hallway, he will see him unless he suddenly goes blind the exact moment he neads his doorway. ]
[ he will dutifully follow after him. if they were more comfortable with each other, thorns would try to fix his hair for him and be very bad at it. since they are nowhere near that point, thorns allows him to be a mess. ]
[ he will scream into a pillow later when he realises he looked liked a wreck. but, anyway. they've known each other for years what is wrong with them.
give him another few seconds of rummagingz and voila! prints and fake polaroids! of both their shots together and of himself. he flares them out like one would a wad of cash. ]
Momentos! I figured you wouldn't care too much about getting the magazine. Whenever you need a pick-me-up, what better to look at than my face?
[ why is thorns doing this here too? the aura emitting from elysium grows more insufferable for every second thorns' gaze lingers on a picture of him. die. ]
If you don't want them I can always take them back.
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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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the beginning stages of a relationship where you doki but don't know how okay it is to mention you doki'd. ]
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but it's true, thirty minutes after the fact elysium wonders if he's being too much? was it too soon to set them as his wallpaper? looking at it gives him strength to go on, though… this cycles at least three more times during the evening, at which the end he slaps his face and tells himself to lock in.
do it for… him!!!!! ]
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thorns stays up... granted it is partly because of how much work he needs to catch up on, but does he work on it a little slower than usual? perhaps.
listen he just wants to be able to say goodnight it's fine. living with your boyfriend is terrible actually. ]
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in his defense, even though he should never have a defense, he's only an utter embarrassment when he's alone. once work picks up and people flit in and out to talk to him, he loses himself in it for the last few hours, enough that by the time he finally stumbles home, it's well past midnight.
he moves quietly, as he always does. but a small, traitorous part of him hopes thorns is still awake, even though he knows it's probably better if he isn't.
he peeks around the corner. he's a ninja in his own home. ]
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but his bedroom door is open, and he's sitting at his desk, typing away. so whenever elysium walks down the hallway, he will see him unless he suddenly goes blind the exact moment he neads his doorway. ]
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he'll loiter around his door for another minute; if he doesn't say anything, he'll shower and get ready for bed, he supposes… ]
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when elysium steps out of the shower, thorns is peeking out of his room. hi. ]
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just kidding. he just makes something of a strangled noise and covers his face with his towel in embarrassment.
…
lowers… ]
Was I too loud&hellip?
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[ he had just been waiting at his desk, also overthinking it like elysium was. this is a nightmare. ]
How was work?
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he shakes. does thorns still feel bad. is that why he's up. (thorns is usually up late anyway…) ]
Same old, same old. Just with more hours. Are you almost caught up with yours?
[ awkwardly starts toweling his hair more dry. it's already dry. ]
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thorns looks back at his laptop. the screen has already gone dark because he has been away from it for so long, standing at the door. it's fine. ]
Yeah... I got a lot of assignments done. They gave me an extension for deadlines I missed because of your dean friend.
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[ don't sound so shocked. this is why she hates him. but the toweling slows and he pads to the backpack he'd slung over a chair.
his hair is so messy from the unnecessary toweling… it's bad when he doesn't even realise it himself. ]
Actually… since you're up? I got some more freebies from work. C'mere.
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What is it?
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give him another few seconds of rummagingz and voila! prints and fake polaroids! of both their shots together and of himself. he flares them out like one would a wad of cash. ]
Momentos! I figured you wouldn't care too much about getting the magazine. Whenever you need a pick-me-up, what better to look at than my face?
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he will reach over to take them so he can flip through the photos. does he stay on the ones with elysium longer? perhaps. ]
Did you steal these?
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If you don't want them I can always take them back.
[ attempts to swipe them away. ]
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