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[oversea]

[ HELLO???

well thorns scurried after him. where is he going. ]

Elysium...

[transmit]

[ he is striding with such purpose don't test him.

but he is going in the direction of the river… ]

[oversea]

[ well.

he will just have to deal with being tailed. they are still nude. ]

[transmit]

[ MY NOTIFS

they get to the river and he just stares at his reflection. :) ]

[oversea]

[ ...

he warily wets the towel so he can wipe elysium down as he does this..... ]

[transmit]

[


this is how he very docilely brings his knees up to his chest and sits there in fetal position. do you ever think about how this has been their one and only source of drama for months. wow. ]

[oversea]

[ fucking helppp

thorns watches him for a moment. alright then. he leans against elysium's back and kisses the back of his neck. ]

Mi alma.

[transmit]

[ he sniffles. ]

You still consider me your alma?

[oversea]

[ oh my god

he kisses him again. ]

I consider you my everything.

[ you drama queen ]

[transmit]

[ he peeks up from his knees. they are still naked. ]

Say that again.

[oversea]

You are my everything.

[ punctuated with another kiss.

thorns wants to finish cleaning elysium so bad but he can't until he moves. ]

[transmit]

[ well.

thorns is going to have to clean the both of them up at some point because he just throws his arms over thorns again.

he is… overcome with emotion… he pretty much starts wailing. does thorns know he loves him? he loves him. ]

[oversea]

[ this is such a loving moment that only leaves thorns bewildered. he pats him soothingly and kisses the side of his face. his bbbb....

his bbbb who is overcome with emotions that thorns cannot understand. ]

[transmit]

[ when he's done grieving for the nth time he will quietly sit himself up and take the towels from thorns…

his turn to clean them… they do not need to talk about this ever again (read: until the next time it comes up). ]

[oversea]

[ shaking

thorns waits patiently for elysium to finish, and then he will just take the towel back to drape over his shoulders so that elysium is very slightly less naked.

they can go back together... ]

[transmit]

[ he will be exceedingly gentle because thorns is also baby.

but then when they're done, he just ends up toddling after thorns like he has no other purpose or direction here. he doesn't… ]

[oversea]

[ god his hair has ruined him so bad

it's fine. it's all good. they can return and thank god it is the middle of the night so no one would be deranged enough to be wandering out here. but once they are back to their belongings, thorns will just dress the two of them. ]

Let's head to bed.

[ before elysium wanders off again in a crisis ]

[transmit]

[ his hair is his everything (right next to thorns of course)

also, the odds of elysium wandering off are basically zero; he's going to cling to thorns the entire night. when you lose a part of yourself, the rest of you is there to naturally fill the gap.

which is all unnecessarily dramatic, but thorns can just be his whole identity now, it's fine. never mind that he has been a significant portion of his identity for some time. ]

[oversea]

[ tears up this is so healthy

they can sleep peacefully until morning, which is about when their child comes sniffing along looking for them. wake up. ]

[transmit]

[ have they made any healthy decisions whatsoever…

but while he's still curled up in thorns' arms, an arm shoots out to nudge docybara away. ]

Come back later…

[ docybara does not understand their language, so

he thinks elysium is trying to play and headbutts them both. okay. ]

[oversea]

[ ah...

thorns slowly moves to sit up, taking elysium with him... ]

I need to feed him.

[transmit]

[ …

he tries to pull thorns back just to see what happens. docybara continues headbutting. ]

[oversea]

[ hello?

he slowly turns to look at him. ]

I will feed you too...

[transmit]

[ he smiles back brightly. ]

Second?

[ 😊 ]

[oversea]

[ this... is a trap.

he pats elysium on the head. ]

How hungry are you?