[ why is thorns so funny. his budding fandom is thinking about kissing him more than elysium is because he's still thinking about respectful boundaries… they have to go slow. ]
I'm more concerned with you getting back. What is it like, an hour's drive?
[ this is a reasonable guess for a drive that is out of the way enough to not visit often but still doable to come here for a date. truly it wouldn't be an hour's flight, right?? ]
Yeah, it's not too long. I don't have much going on tomorrow, [ lie ] which is why I was confident I could make it. Let me send you back before you fail me for real, bro.
[ a pause. ]
Besides, it's not like I'm being entirely altruistic? It gives me extra time with you.
[ only says this because he knows it'll make thorns happy.
but off they go… they can keep chatting on the walk and drive back… everything seems pretty normal?
everything is pretty normal until they get to the apartment itself and elysium is immediately accosted by what looks like people who are a part of a secret service. okay. elysium flails and tells thorns to go on ahead. ]
[ his boyfriend is thrown into the back of a car… farewell. there are two larger men holding him back and muttering something into a walkie talkie along the lines of him showing up after all, only letting go once the car has sped off.
he tries texting him before he immediately jumps to calling 911? the only reason that wasn't his first plan was that elysium didn't actually seem scared. ]
[ one of the men will attempt to pluck thorns' phone from him…
they say elysium is a runaway and they've been looking for him for the past day. he'd escapte through the window of his highrise apartment somehow and they show thorns a picture of the blown open balcony door. they work for his family… there's nothing to worry about…
meanwhile, elysium is tied up for his one hour flight back. yippee ]
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[ why is thorns so funny. his budding fandom is thinking about kissing him more than elysium is because he's still thinking about respectful boundaries… they have to go slow. ]
You're so popular.
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It will pass. They're just interested in something new.
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he pokes thorns' cheek. ]
It's a list specifically for newcomers. You beat ten other people. Are you embarrassed?
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[ this is such a baby complaint. ]
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I voted. I see…
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EXPLODES. ]
Did you...
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[ his expression looks like he's trying to hold back laughter so bad. they can just hold hands forever. it's fine. ]
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[ they're dating!!! he is not part of the faceless internet mob... ]
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then, he kisses him on the cheek so quickly it's almost easy to miss. ]
Heheh.
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Don't you have a boyfriend?
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Did he?
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[ He will very demurely rock on his heels while lacing his hands behind his back. Look how behaved he is… ]
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thorns just reaches out to grab onto his arm. this is... date-like? he should have done research first. ]
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he just leans into him until their sides are fully touching, head resting against thorns'. so much progress for one night. insane. ]
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but even if the date had its questionable moments, thorns can say he's content. ]
Hi.
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[ in the end…… they are not any closer to kissing. ]
… Should I send you back soon?
[ it is getting to be the hours that only i, ly, would be awake. ]
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[ this is a reasonable guess for a drive that is out of the way enough to not visit often but still doable to come here for a date. truly it wouldn't be an hour's flight, right?? ]
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[ a pause. ]
Besides, it's not like I'm being entirely altruistic? It gives me extra time with you.
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[ he is aware elysium doesn't need it but this is killing him. shouldn't he pay for something on a date... equality? (they are both men). ]
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[ only says this because he knows it'll make thorns happy.
but off they go… they can keep chatting on the walk and drive back… everything seems pretty normal?
everything is pretty normal until they get to the apartment itself and elysium is immediately accosted by what looks like people who are a part of a secret service. okay. elysium flails and tells thorns to go on ahead. ]
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sorry. thorns is hurrying after them because it just looks like his boyfriend is being kidnapped. ]
Hey!
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this is fine. ]
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he tries texting him before he immediately jumps to calling 911? the only reason that wasn't his first plan was that elysium didn't actually seem scared. ]
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they say elysium is a runaway and they've been looking for him for the past day. he'd escapte through the window of his highrise apartment somehow and they show thorns a picture of the blown open balcony door. they work for his family… there's nothing to worry about…
meanwhile, elysium is tied up for his one hour flight back. yippee ]
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