( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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You have as much of a choice to stay or leave.

[ As he always has. But there's a certain finality to it, missing most of his usual irreverence. What does it mean? It's a mystery. Sampo probably feels the shrug well before he sees it from his periphery. They could exchange as many words and gestures as they'd like, but who knows, really, where they're headed to? Where they aren't headed to?

Smapo wants the day to happen sooner than later—meanwhile, Elysium would very much like it if

the day never came, actually, emphasised by how entirely wrong their limbs feel against one another, as if the gulf between them has continued to persist despite themselves. If he were to hold on tighter, would it eventually disappear? Probably not. Definitely not. He doesn't try, and instead, opts to extract himself with a laugh. Yeah. The embrace ends as soon as it begins.

That's one way to make it go away. ]

… Talk about impatient.

[ pat pat of his palm on Sampo's cheek, and then he's looking on over his shoulder to the door. ]

But me too, man. It's been a long time coming. Permission to get to work now? [ He turns back to flash a smile. ] Keep this up, and it might never happen if they decide to ground us for skirting our duties. Wouldn't want that.

[ truly……… ]

[lovebombing]

[Elysium pulls away. He might be the sea, but Elysium sure wants to take the turn of the tide here, receding from his grasp. Taking a leaf from his book here, huh? When the going gets tough, leave.]

[Elysium will leave.]

[He smiles in return, mirror image, but he's first and foremost a criminal. He reaches for the man's cheek to tug him in


and steals a brief little kiss, just like that.]

[And then, without further ago, he's practically shooing him towards the door, pat-pat-patting him as if to encourage his flighty nature. It stands in opposition to his wants, but even he doesn't want to string this bird down too thoroughly against his will. At least, not now.]

Go, go then! Just go. You're a busy, busy bee of a guy, after all.

[Wouldn't want that, no.]