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HELLO

"What do you want?"

GOODBYE

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[oversea]

I know where you sleep.

[ well. in theory. no idea what the sleeping arrangements had been like the past few nights. ]

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The sleeping arrangement has been no sleep, but Elysium has been coming and going from the room so they are technically still roommates. He looks away. ]

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[ ah.

well, he was trying to playfully joke that he will get his revenge while elysium sleeps (via balding), but he realizes it may have not come across as teasing. ]

... You do so much for me, Elysium. I want to do something in return.

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[ Thorns calls Elysium others' pillars, but Thorns is his, and that alone already means more than he knows how to name. Still, he understands Thorns wants something more tangible than that.

He goes quiet for a few more beats. ]

What did you have in mind?

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[ well, the question would be easier to answer if elysium made his wants more known, but he does not, so here we are. ]

Help me unlock the box again.

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[ If Thorns is still looking his way, he can catch the expressions that flit across Elysium's face over the span of a few seconds: surprise, then consideration, then something like joy before he lets out a soft laugh. ]

… I wouldn't be surprised if it's already unlocked.

[ He glances over to the box he'd left for Thorns the other day. Has he opened it yet? ]

Is yours still by the river? I can—um, we can go pick it up together later.

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[ it's opened, and tucked out of the way.

but seeing elysium look so genuinely happy brings relief for thorns; his best friend had been running himself ragged, so it's nice to see him relaxed. ]

We can. You still have to stay with me, anyway.

[ he says this, but if elysium genuinely had to go somewhere thorns would not stop him at this point, they already had their talk. but it's nice.

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Mm. I have to take responsibility for your arm.

[ The world's shittiest excuse, but okay. ]

We'll see how tired you are of me after, heheh.

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[ the arm that is partly thorns' fault considering he was the one who purposely stabbed himself. ]

I haven't gotten tired of you yet and it's been how long?

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[ Stop. He ducks his head, embarrassed, and drops down beside Thorns. ]

… Wow. Look at you, being all honest with me.

[ It takes him a second, but then his arms slip around Thorns and he buries his face against his chest. ]

We're napping. Just to make sure the box is really open by the time we get there.

[ When you cannot physically run (distance-wise) but you can physically run (consciousness-wise)… He is, unfortunately, approaching the upper threshold of how much emotional openness he can process. ]

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[ there's the relief again.

things can be difficult when you're both private for different reasons. but then you can get past it. maybe not every time, but enough times that you can try to make it work.

he shifts just to get more comfortable and close his eyes. it's getting easier to get used to this. ]

Wake me up if you're up first.

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[ He will wake Thorns up…

And it's up to you if you want to play it our or not, but if you're leaving the box up to me it'll contain something stupid. Like the signed autograph Thorns got him during Heart of Surging Flames. ]

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[ THE FUCKING AUTOGRAPH. OKAY.

they can wake, where thorns has to go through several phases of remembering he currently has one arm to the fact that elysium is here. thorns pats him. ]

Morning.

[ it's probably not morning. ]

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[ the autograph is cr defining… don't be mean.

But considering this is probably the most rest he has allowed himself since the last time they more or less forced each other to sleep, he's dead tired. He groans, then curls in closer. It is precisely because it is not morning and will never be morning that they do not need to wake up. Excellent logic. ]

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[ the way thorns was going to force elysium to wake him up if he was up first but now that it's the other way around he's like

hmmm. no...

so he just settles back down, readjusting the covers so that he is more comfy. ]

[transmit]

[ The sign didn't specify how long the nap needed to be for, so just to be extra, extra careful shouldn't they sleep until the both of them feel well rested?

These are the very wise, very smart thoughts of a guy who totally isn't taking advantage of the situation, or thinking the following thought:

"Was being with someone else always this comfortable…? This is nice."

Not at all. Impossible. ]

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[ OKAY.

he wants to pinch him so bad and the only thing stopping him is the fact that elysium genuinely looked exhausted. but he is pinching him in his mind.

"I should charge him..." ]

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[ How is the guy who just came back from a CYOA not more exhausted. Whatever. Thorns isn't disturbing him so he's just going to keep him anchored here like they're at the bottom of the sea.

"Shut up. You like this too."




He just smiles as he makes himself more comfortable. ]

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[ he is soooo annoying.

however, thorns does not argue over this fact. one of the (many) downsides to being here is the fact that his bad dreams have started to come back. so something like this is especially nice. ]

... Yeah. I do.

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[ A sound of muffled laughter. Thank god emotionshares are over.

"I can only imagine this must be how it feels to be my Captain. Do you think you could make out my voice like this on the battlefield? In a room of twenty other people all having their own conversations?" ]

I guess we both need to stop being workaholics to enjoy this more often, then.

[ no that's just elysium avoiding his problems ]

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[ it really is a testament to mantra's strength that she can handle that, considering he assumes not everyone's thoughts are as decent.

"Yes."

as for what elysium actually says... it's just not realistic. ]

I work a normal amount.

[ sure. ]

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[ How is it that one word signifies so much? He reaches up to place a hand over Thorns' mouth. ]

You tucked us back in. We need to fall back asleep.

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[ he supposes he did... ]

Enjoy your beauty sleep, then.

[ this is muffled ]

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Snoozes again. How long is Thorns going to allow this for. ]

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[ he will allow it for close to an hour before he pokes him again. ]