[ he feels like he hasn't been saying that often enough, when in reality they both say it an absurd amount. but he thinks that elysium needs to always know that he is loved. more than anyone else has ever been loved before.
[ he will cling onto thorns for however long he feels is appropriate to express his feelings. 'never' isn't a viable option, but it never feels like it's enough anyway.
a minute is a fair place to settle before he places a hand over thorns' eyes to block out the dying sun. ]
he spends the next few hours in excruciating pain but it's nothing that's particularly new. the awkward part is not being able to shift around with thorns' weight onto top of him, but it's fine. he's gone through a lot worse.
he starts singing softly, if only to distract himself and pass time. ]
he will get his half hour of flirting if he can help it. just kidding—he goes for sixteen minutes to be a little shit, if thorns has forgotten to keep track. does he. sometimes you have a minor fight, have a tough conversation, and then you get desperate for physical intimacy. it's fine. ]
the only grim part about this is that it's harder to hide the pain in his sleep. he falls under, but it doesn't look restful in the slightest. that façade lasted two seconds. ]
he spends the time running a hand through his hair and whispering to him, from words of comfort to random observations he makes. the hope is just that hearing a voice might help ease him a little.
internally, he is just thinking about where is the closest place with a decent oripathy treatment center. ]
[ he is going to kill thorns if he takes him to a treatment centre. he would rather turn himself in back to rhodes.
but he doesn't know what thorns is thinking, so he just continues to go through bouts where it's less painful and ones where it feels like he's on fire.
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[ he feels like he hasn't been saying that often enough, when in reality they both say it an absurd amount. but he thinks that elysium needs to always know that he is loved. more than anyone else has ever been loved before.
but he will make an attempt to nap. ]
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[ he will cling onto thorns for however long he feels is appropriate to express his feelings. 'never' isn't a viable option, but it never feels like it's enough anyway.
a minute is a fair place to settle before he places a hand over thorns' eyes to block out the dying sun. ]
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he is actually tired so he does fall asleep. ]
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he spends the next few hours in excruciating pain but it's nothing that's particularly new. the awkward part is not being able to shift around with thorns' weight onto top of him, but it's fine. he's gone through a lot worse.
he starts singing softly, if only to distract himself and pass time. ]
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he immediately starts to feel around for elysium without opening his eyes. some habits die hard. ]
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he leans down to press a soft kiss to thorns' forehead, then settles his arm comfortably across his front.
softly, ]
You still have another half hour before I was going to wake you.
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[ he yawns, finally opening his eyes to look at him. ]
You sleep.
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[ he greets thorns the same way he always does, with a kiss. ]
If this means we have an extra half hour, am I allowed to do whatever I want with it?
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[ the way he cannot predict what elysium will suggest for the half hour. ]
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he intends to spend the entirety of the time flirting. ]
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however, ]
Sleep first.
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Fifteen now, fifteen later.
[ why do they have to negotiate ]
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[ this really is a business meeting. ]
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[ kisses thorns' nose. ]
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this is such a trap but whatever. he shifts so he can kiss elysium properly on the mouth. ]
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he will get his half hour of flirting if he can help it. just kidding—he goes for sixteen minutes to be a little shit, if thorns has forgotten to keep track. does he. sometimes you have a minor fight, have a tough conversation, and then you get desperate for physical intimacy. it's fine. ]
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he can have sixteen minutes before thorns cuts him off. he gives him an extra bite to reprimand the cheating. ]
Sleep.
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Te amo. Hehehe.
[ makes himself comfortable. almost hacks in the process. it's fine. ]
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his bbbb... don't die...
docybara dozes happily meanwhile... ]
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the only grim part about this is that it's harder to hide the pain in his sleep. he falls under, but it doesn't look restful in the slightest. that façade lasted two seconds. ]
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he spends the time running a hand through his hair and whispering to him, from words of comfort to random observations he makes. the hope is just that hearing a voice might help ease him a little.
internally, he is just thinking about where is the closest place with a decent oripathy treatment center. ]
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but he doesn't know what thorns is thinking, so he just continues to go through bouts where it's less painful and ones where it feels like he's on fire.
in the end, he rouses an hour later. ]
How long has it been…? We should get going.
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[ thorns just looks at him, before sighing and moving so that he can get up, but not before pressing a kiss to his temple. ]
I'll get our stuff ready. Stay here.
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[ tries to get up. nearly falls over.
docybara barely catches him in time and makes a sound of protest over being fallen onto. ]
Sorry. I'm usually better at this…
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[ there's not much point in elysium tiring himself out for no reason when thorns can easily handle this. ]
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