okay. thorns is going to have to move to get up, but he readjusts elysium so that he is leaning against docybara. he has to go dig to find medicine... ]
[ how can docybara worriedly watch if he is being used as a prop… he is so discontent but he seems aware enough not to want to move elysium. this has been such a terrible, no good, very bad day.
and although elysium doesn't seem to be waking up, he starts muttering words under his breath. ]
[ they probably should have been on the move by now, since it's best not to stay in the same place for too long, but thorns is realizing elysium is not in the condition for moving that quickly... ]
nothing gets him to rise to his feet faster. pain shoots through his body, but now isn't the time for that. like it's something he can just command away as he wills—and to an extent, he can, after doing it so many times in the past. ]
… I'll take the medicine and we can be on our way. I should be good for a while longer.
[ 'sorry' sits at the tip of his tongue, but saying that aloud will only make everything worse. they'll power through this—they have to. ]
[ he's not sure how true that last part is, but they really can't afford to stay put for too long. they got rid of the tracker, but it doesn't mean they're entirely in the clear yet.
[ they also aren't that far from where their minions last saw them, so they really aren't in the position to rest for any longer than they have. more importantly, thorns wouldn't be comfortable enough to.
he downs the medicine raw and picks up thorns' hand. ignore how clammy his own is. ]
Being generous with pacing, the closest one is about a three day trip. Depending on how the situation has developed, we might have to come clean about who we are and rely on Rhodes to vouch our identities.
[ there's no hesitation to how quickly thorns agrees; the moment it became apparent that elysium's health made a giant plunge, thorns decided that he will do whatever he can to make sure he gets the care he needs. ]
... It'll probably take us longer than three days.
[ they'll likely have to stop more often than they normally would to rest. ]
he rubs his face with his hands, trying to collect his thought. as it currently stands, they need to get elysium to a medical facility. thorns is fully aware that elysium isn't going to prioritize that though–after all, any chance they had to get him properly looked at, he refused. ]
We leave in ten. Try to eat or drink something and I'll get the Doctor ready.
They're going to put me into high security. I don't think that's how either of us want it to go.
[ he stays his ground, grip firm.
it's a combination of his condition and the nature of his arts. it's possible for them to get it to a stable state, but even if mantra has yet to tell anyone about what she suspects, his behaviour has likely been too erratic to allow him to roam unchecked once in their custody.
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We're supposed to see the world together, Thorns. One of their early drugs… I'm pretty sure it was a stimulant of some kind.
We're not getting a better window than this. They won't expect it.
[ and regardless of who does what, it's not going to stop elysium from supporting thorns however he can.
…
it's hard. to stop his thoughts from trailing to all the regret seeping through thorns. should he break their promise? reset anyway? this, too, would likely be the only window he gets.
he's similarly quiet, eventually letting thorns go on his own volition. ]
[ ... he leans in to give him a kiss, before stepping back. he has to reattach docybara to the cart so they can get moving again. their child is excited that elysium is not dead, at least. ]
... Let's get moving. We're still not far enough from them for me to be satisfied.
he essentially goes on autopilot—kissing thorns back, patting docybara on the head. all the while, he starts thinking about how they even got here. is there restarting from zero? how did thorns catch on?
him being quiet is probably the most suspicious thing there is… ]
[ once everything is ready and thorns has nothing else to distract himself with, he turns back to elysium. thorns walks over and takes his hand into his. ]
[ he shouldn't have asked elysium to use his arts so much. they should have left the town much earlier. is this because he suggested sending a message to lungmen? is this his fault again? ]
there's nothing to worry about when it all happens relatively quickly. elysium draws the flag from behind his back and stares at it for a fraction of a beat. then—it emits a short-circuiting whine before the main module fries completely, sparks flying as the smell of burnt metal fills the air. just like that, he tosses it aside. ]
Nothing. Just… that I think we were both treating it as too much of a crutch.
[ he smiles, dusting his hand against the side of his jacket. he finally returns thorns' hold. ]
If you need me to send any transmissions, I can do still do that. With or without my flag.
it's true, that despite their promise to each other for this to be their final life, that the idea of just trying again if things go wrong has been in the back of thorns' mind. the problem with the ability of just starting over is that it causes you to feel safe to make decisions that you might have not made if you didn't have that safety net underneath you. you can be more reckless, more selfish. it also brings up the hard realization that this is truly it. if he loses elysium now, he will have really lost him.
would he have done things differently? maybe. but thorns supposes he has to live with the choices that brought them to this spot. and... isn't that how life is supposed to go, anyway? it's how the two of them have lived for the majority of their lives anyway, before any of this happened. it's not wrong to bring things back to how it should have been, even if the worst case scenarios keep blasting in your mind.
thorns doesn't answer verbally, but he does lean in to kiss elysium again––this time longer, with more force. every uncertain, twisted emotion that he can't quite find words for at the moment, he puts into the kiss. ]
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okay. thorns is going to have to move to get up, but he readjusts elysium so that he is leaning against docybara. he has to go dig to find medicine... ]
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and although elysium doesn't seem to be waking up, he starts muttering words under his breath. ]
Maybe we need to go straight to Sietsa…
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thorns returns and will try to get elysium to take the meds... ]
Hey. I need you to wake up.
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he's just going to double over coughing. it remains unclear whether he'd heard thorns or not. ]
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Elysium. Look at me.
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but mostly he just tries to sit up, only to collapse back on thorns. ]
… Aaah… How long… has it been…?
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[ they probably should have been on the move by now, since it's best not to stay in the same place for too long, but thorns is realizing elysium is not in the condition for moving that quickly... ]
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nothing gets him to rise to his feet faster. pain shoots through his body, but now isn't the time for that. like it's something he can just command away as he wills—and to an extent, he can, after doing it so many times in the past. ]
… I'll take the medicine and we can be on our way. I should be good for a while longer.
[ 'sorry' sits at the tip of his tongue, but saying that aloud will only make everything worse. they'll power through this—they have to. ]
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he hands the medicine over. ]
... We're stopping at the first town we see.
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he downs the medicine raw and picks up thorns' hand. ignore how clammy his own is. ]
Being generous with pacing, the closest one is about a three day trip. Depending on how the situation has developed, we might have to come clean about who we are and rely on Rhodes to vouch our identities.
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What do you think?
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[ there's no hesitation to how quickly thorns agrees; the moment it became apparent that elysium's health made a giant plunge, thorns decided that he will do whatever he can to make sure he gets the care he needs. ]
... It'll probably take us longer than three days.
[ they'll likely have to stop more often than they normally would to rest. ]
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but with the likelihood of it taking a nosedive, elysium falls quiet. ]
Is this really how you want it to go? There'll be no turning back.
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he rubs his face with his hands, trying to collect his thought. as it currently stands, they need to get elysium to a medical facility. thorns is fully aware that elysium isn't going to prioritize that though–after all, any chance they had to get him properly looked at, he refused. ]
We leave in ten. Try to eat or drink something and I'll get the Doctor ready.
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[ he stays his ground, grip firm.
it's a combination of his condition and the nature of his arts. it's possible for them to get it to a stable state, but even if mantra has yet to tell anyone about what she suspects, his behaviour has likely been too erratic to allow him to roam unchecked once in their custody.
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We're supposed to see the world together, Thorns. One of their early drugs… I'm pretty sure it was a stimulant of some kind.
It'll be faster if we tap one of their bases.
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thorns doesn't say anything right away, instead just trying to pry elysium's hands off of him halfheartedly before giving up. ]
I'll do it.
[ the idea of sending elysium in is terrifying. it seems like any overexertion is enough to do irreparable harm at this point. ]
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[ and regardless of who does what, it's not going to stop elysium from supporting thorns however he can.
…
it's hard. to stop his thoughts from trailing to all the regret seeping through thorns. should he break their promise? reset anyway? this, too, would likely be the only window he gets.
he's similarly quiet, eventually letting thorns go on his own volition. ]
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... Let's get moving. We're still not far enough from them for me to be satisfied.
[ they can discuss this as they move. ]
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he essentially goes on autopilot—kissing thorns back, patting docybara on the head. all the while, he starts thinking about how they even got here. is there restarting from zero? how did thorns catch on?
him being quiet is probably the most suspicious thing there is… ]
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My love. Come on.
[ he squeezes. ]
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a beat, two beats, and then he does. then, out of seemingly nowhere: ]
What is something you want, more than anything?
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he keeps his grip on him firm. ]
You with me.
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he probably wishes it wouldn't get more concerning. ]
Who wouldn't want to live a long life with the person they love, right?
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Tell me what you're thinking.
[ he shouldn't have asked elysium to use his arts so much. they should have left the town much earlier. is this because he suggested sending a message to lungmen? is this his fault again? ]
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there's nothing to worry about when it all happens relatively quickly. elysium draws the flag from behind his back and stares at it for a fraction of a beat. then—it emits a short-circuiting whine before the main module fries completely, sparks flying as the smell of burnt metal fills the air. just like that, he tosses it aside. ]
Nothing. Just… that I think we were both treating it as too much of a crutch.
[ he smiles, dusting his hand against the side of his jacket. he finally returns thorns' hold. ]
If you need me to send any transmissions, I can do still do that. With or without my flag.
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it's true, that despite their promise to each other for this to be their final life, that the idea of just trying again if things go wrong has been in the back of thorns' mind. the problem with the ability of just starting over is that it causes you to feel safe to make decisions that you might have not made if you didn't have that safety net underneath you. you can be more reckless, more selfish. it also brings up the hard realization that this is truly it. if he loses elysium now, he will have really lost him.
would he have done things differently? maybe. but thorns supposes he has to live with the choices that brought them to this spot. and... isn't that how life is supposed to go, anyway? it's how the two of them have lived for the majority of their lives anyway, before any of this happened. it's not wrong to bring things back to how it should have been, even if the worst case scenarios keep blasting in your mind.
thorns doesn't answer verbally, but he does lean in to kiss elysium again––this time longer, with more force. every uncertain, twisted emotion that he can't quite find words for at the moment, he puts into the kiss. ]
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