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 ]
[ THE WAY HIS CONCERN IS GROWING. how much money does this family have. he only ever dealt with elysium's mom!!!!!!
he will eventually return to his non-highrise apartment while contemplating life. and then he hurries back to the parking lot because what about the rented car!!!!! ]
[ who knew his cleverly put together disguises wouldn't do shit this is such a tragedy
it did give them their date, so there is that…… as for the rented car, it's gone? like it'd never existed in the first place? the only evidence that this ever happened will be a package that can be found at their front door… like he'd planned for the surprise to be there by the time they'd returned.
it's the chiikawa onesie and a new set of lab tools. does this count as bribery? maybe. ]
[ he will never be home because home is with thorns…………………
he is in… detention… solitary confinement… he will not hear word from elysium directly but like three days after the fact, dahut pulls thorns aside. hi. ]
[ the way elysium had to call in a favour from one of the school's sponsors' sons just to get a line to dahut. dahut, of course, explains the entire web of relations as he's the one stuck handling the sponsors in the first place… the way he goes on makes it sound like he thinks this is all so amusing.
he just passes along that elysium is alive, doing fine, and should be getting his phone back by the end of the week… probably. that's all he knows!!!!! don't shoot the messenger. ]
but if he searches up his mom, he will find that she is just the granddaughter of the guy who owns the largest bank in spain. it's fine. there are no family photos that include elysium. mysterious. ]
[ his mom seems so normal... then again he never asked about her, because it is a little weird to ask about your friend's mom. but his own mom is good friends with her, so she probably knows more.
so he texts her, and his mom basically tells him that she is a girl's girl who will not doxx what her friend has told her in confidence. this is admirable but it does not fuckin help him even in the slightest. ]
[ what would thorns even do with the information he gleans…
if he decides to go down the rabbit hole, he'll probably find articles relevant to his interests… there is a rumour mill surrounding the bank's succession… but it seems like whoever they're planning to hand it off to has been doing good work?
there is a photo of this apparent heir. gasp. it's just elysium's fit that he came to find thorns in. goodbye. ]
[ wow. elysium really left out so much information. why is he so rich.
thorns will proceed to try to live normally with this news on top of knowing he is going to be oversea forever. don't rich people have to marry other rich people? he has so many questions. ]
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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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he will eventually return to his non-highrise apartment while contemplating life. and then he hurries back to the parking lot because what about the rented car!!!!! ]
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it did give them their date, so there is that…… as for the rented car, it's gone? like it'd never existed in the first place? the only evidence that this ever happened will be a package that can be found at their front door… like he'd planned for the surprise to be there by the time they'd returned.
it's the chiikawa onesie and a new set of lab tools. does this count as bribery? maybe. ]
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okay. he brings this all inside and then sends more texts with his newly recovered phone. ]
Are you okay?
Let me know when you're home.
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he is in… detention… solitary confinement… he will not hear word from elysium directly but like three days after the fact, dahut pulls thorns aside. hi. ]
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thorns is still annoyed at him but they have a truce. ]
What?
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he just passes along that elysium is alive, doing fine, and should be getting his phone back by the end of the week… probably. that's all he knows!!!!! don't shoot the messenger. ]
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and so, thorns starts to finally google elysium's fuckin family. ]
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but if he searches up his mom, he will find that she is just the granddaughter of the guy who owns the largest bank in spain. it's fine. there are no family photos that include elysium. mysterious. ]
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so he texts her, and his mom basically tells him that she is a girl's girl who will not doxx what her friend has told her in confidence. this is admirable but it does not fuckin help him even in the slightest. ]
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if he decides to go down the rabbit hole, he'll probably find articles relevant to his interests… there is a rumour mill surrounding the bank's succession… but it seems like whoever they're planning to hand it off to has been doing good work?
there is a photo of this apparent heir. gasp. it's just elysium's fit that he came to find thorns in. goodbye. ]
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thorns will proceed to try to live normally with this news on top of knowing he is going to be
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