Time had ceased to have meaning at some point. If he wasn't tangled up with Lennon,then they were sleeping between rounds. Sometimes the fever would break and the Fae would wonder exactly what had come over him. But then a whimper or a touch was all it would take to rekindle it. Anything that suggested that Lennon needed him.
And he needed Lennon too. It was a fair deal that existed between them, each belonging to the other. He thinks about this when he wakes and sees the human still sleeping. Daeshim brushes his hair back from his face, and tries to ignore the bruises and scratches on his body, knowing that he's the one who put them there.
He forgets about the vines when he goes to the kitchen, not realizing that they're as protective as they are, and likely still under their own influence from this spell. They only retreat to allow Daeshim back into the room, tray in hand. He blinks when he sees him on the floor.
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And he needed Lennon too. It was a fair deal that existed between them, each belonging to the other. He thinks about this when he wakes and sees the human still sleeping. Daeshim brushes his hair back from his face, and tries to ignore the bruises and scratches on his body, knowing that he's the one who put them there.
He forgets about the vines when he goes to the kitchen, not realizing that they're as protective as they are, and likely still under their own influence from this spell. They only retreat to allow Daeshim back into the room, tray in hand. He blinks when he sees him on the floor.
"You're awake."