Iron shavings around the door would do it. A line of small and shiny things might also distract him for a time. But either way, he's likely to find a grim-faced fae just crouched outside when he did open the door.
Go away? Clearly he really means to run over to the side of his bed, which is exactly what Daeshim does. He looks this blanket burrito from head to toe (or toe to head, unsure of which end is which). Must be dark in there...cozy too...
That's definitely not what it meant! Lennon groans softly under the blankets which probably gives away which end is which honestly. He knows there is no deterring this fae. So he slowly pulls down the blanket from his face, ears twitching in irritation.
Lennon doesn't even try to argue this time. It feels like it's starting to be true in some ways. That scares him.
"Haven't you noticed something different?" Lennon asks grumpily and one hand lets go of the blanket to point at the furry soft brown ears on his head and as he talks now that the other is closer there might be a glimpse of sharp fangs that feel awkward in his mouth. Beneath the blanket, he's not totally naked. He has on a tank top and a lightweight pair of joggers but they're pulled low on his hips because what the hell how do you wear pants with a tail?
"Noticed more than one." Because the ears are impossible to miss and Daeshim does spot the fangs next, but he's still more preoccupied with getting in that bed and under that blanket with him until he does.
He takes a better look at him then, and reaches up to rub a soft ear between his fingers.
Lennon huffs and tilts his head from the touch, sending a pout his way. And fuck, it feels good when he touches the ears like that. He relents, finally, lowering the blanket and raising it so Daeshim can get into the covers with him.
His hand stops at that, hovering just above the soft ear rather than touching it. His expression is more serious with the question, brown eyes fixed on Lennon until he gets his answer. That is what he cares about, whether or not they're causing the human pain. And that's when he also notices the little bitten place on his lip where the fangs left their mark.
"No, it's just weird," Lennon says, sighing as he peeks at the other. "And embarrassing. And Daeshim hasn't even seen the most embarrassing part. He starts to bite his lip again and then catches himself even as he notices the other's gaze seeming to take in where he'd already hurt himself.
Despite his distress about it he feels a weird feeling of contentment in his chest at Daeshim being close. Dammit.
Daeshim exhales, and it's even more obvios that he's relieved because he was genuinely worried. He hasn't actually experienced much physical pain himself, but he knows it isn't good. He doesn't want Lennon going through it either.
"Not weird, just different." He presses a careful kiss against the other's mouth. "Still you. Still mine."
It would take a lot more than some animal ears and a tail to keep the fae from accepting him.
He can take his time. Daeshim's still gonna think of him that way.
"They are furry. And soft." Wait, he's already said that. Maybe a couple of times. "This place has magic and magic will change you. Do you feel different in here?"
He taps a finger against his chest. That's where the insidious magic strikes.
It's kind of nice that the other just accepts him saying that, doesn't have insistent words about it. It makes Lennon feel like he has agency in it and all. He likes that better than just being claimed without his permission. It doesn't count until he accepts it, dammit.
At least, Daeshim doesn't seem weirded out but it definitely feels weird for them to be touched and yet he wants to let Dae touch the ears again.
"No," Lennon shakes his head, frowning briefly. "It's just... superficial," which... bothers him a lot. He's careful with his looks, everything is cultivated with precision and now there's something that's out of his control.
It sounds like half question, half accusation, and Daeshim blinks at it. The hand that was already lifted to touch his ears again pauses...and then lowers. His expression is unreadable, but it's a different kind of unreadable from usual.
"Not on purpose." So at least he didn't try to do it. "Bae changed in the forest. Jasper too. My magic just sort of..."
Bled into them? Infected them? ...Shot into them during sex? No, he doesn't like any of these expressions.
Lennon frowns dropping his head down. Little did they both know it
definitely is related to daeshim but not in that way. It was a different
sort of magic. He sighs out, trying not to let himself get upset with
Daeshim even though it would be easy to blame him— to take it out on him.
“We’ve barely known each other at all,” he sighs in resignation. He doesn’t
really have any answers.
Both things that he's said about five times already. But the other thing that Lennon says...about barely knowing each other. That bothers him for some reason.
"Let's change that. How do we change that?"
He wraps his arms and legs around him and oh hey - there's a cute soft tail to play with too.
Maybe if Daeshim says it enough, Lennon will start to accept them too. But
as it stands, he still hates them.
Perhaps is phrasing is a bit of a Freudian slip because he had meant in
terms of time but it feels like the other way is true in some ways. He
allows the other to wrap around him, the tail flicks and Lennon feels like
he doesn’t even have complete control over its reactions to things or the
way his spine kind of tingles when it’s touched.
“You ask me a question and I’ll answer and ask you a question until we get
tired of questions for a while.”
That's right, he had Daeshim bring him hot chocolate before. And wild mint grew in the forest, he's familiar with it. Next time, he'll try to make it for him himself, and Lennon dare not refuse.
Lennon shifts, tucking his head against the others shoulder because he can.
His ears rub against him and he tries to shake off how that makes him feel.
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Go away? Clearly he really means to run over to the side of his bed, which is exactly what Daeshim does. He looks this blanket burrito from head to toe (or toe to head, unsure of which end is which). Must be dark in there...cozy too...
Daeshim reaches for the edge of it.
"Let me in."
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"Why are you here?"
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"You're mine."
Did Lennon forget already? Then it's a good thing he's here to remind him! He resumes trying to get under the blanket with him.
"Are you naked under there?"
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"Haven't you noticed something different?" Lennon asks grumpily and one hand lets go of the blanket to point at the furry soft brown ears on his head and as he talks now that the other is closer there might be a glimpse of sharp fangs that feel awkward in his mouth. Beneath the blanket, he's not totally naked. He has on a tank top and a lightweight pair of joggers but they're pulled low on his hips because what the hell how do you wear pants with a tail?
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He takes a better look at him then, and reaches up to rub a soft ear between his fingers.
"So soft. Softer than moss!"
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"I can't figure out how to get rid of them."
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His hand stops at that, hovering just above the soft ear rather than touching it. His expression is more serious with the question, brown eyes fixed on Lennon until he gets his answer. That is what he cares about, whether or not they're causing the human pain. And that's when he also notices the little bitten place on his lip where the fangs left their mark.
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Despite his distress about it he feels a weird feeling of contentment in his chest at Daeshim being close. Dammit.
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"Not weird, just different." He presses a careful kiss against the other's mouth. "Still you. Still mine."
It would take a lot more than some animal ears and a tail to keep the fae from accepting him.
"Still cute too. Maybe more."
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"I still haven't agreed to be yours," he says but there's not much fight in his voice at the moment.
"How is it cuter? It's like I turned into some furry overnight."
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He can take his time. Daeshim's still gonna think of him that way.
"They are furry. And soft." Wait, he's already said that. Maybe a couple of times. "This place has magic and magic will change you. Do you feel different in here?"
He taps a finger against his chest. That's where the insidious magic strikes.
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At least, Daeshim doesn't seem weirded out but it definitely feels weird for them to be touched and yet he wants to let Dae touch the ears again.
"No," Lennon shakes his head, frowning briefly. "It's just... superficial," which... bothers him a lot. He's careful with his looks, everything is cultivated with precision and now there's something that's out of his control.
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"You look like you belong with a Fae."
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It’s important to Lennon still. He can’t help it really. And he’s embarrassed and uncomfortable with the sudden change.
“Did you do this…?!”
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"Not on purpose." So at least he didn't try to do it. "Bae changed in the forest. Jasper too. My magic just sort of..."
Bled into them? Infected them? ...Shot into them during sex? No, he doesn't like any of these expressions.
"But that took a long time. This didn't."
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Lennon frowns dropping his head down. Little did they both know it definitely is related to daeshim but not in that way. It was a different sort of magic. He sighs out, trying not to let himself get upset with Daeshim even though it would be easy to blame him— to take it out on him.
“We’ve barely known each other at all,” he sighs in resignation. He doesn’t really have any answers.
“I guess at least you like them,” he grumbles.
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Both things that he's said about five times already. But the other thing that Lennon says...about barely knowing each other. That bothers him for some reason.
"Let's change that. How do we change that?"
He wraps his arms and legs around him and oh hey - there's a cute soft tail to play with too.
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Maybe if Daeshim says it enough, Lennon will start to accept them too. But as it stands, he still hates them.
Perhaps is phrasing is a bit of a Freudian slip because he had meant in terms of time but it feels like the other way is true in some ways. He allows the other to wrap around him, the tail flicks and Lennon feels like he doesn’t even have complete control over its reactions to things or the way his spine kind of tingles when it’s touched.
“You ask me a question and I’ll answer and ask you a question until we get tired of questions for a while.”
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"I like this game. I like questions. What's your favorite everything?"
Is that cheating? He doesn't think that's cheating.
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“You have to be more specific than that or I won’t play,” Lennon retorts, squirming just a little bit. Ignore his tail dammit.
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Daeshim presses his lips together, pouting for a moment before narrowing his question down.
"What's your favorite food? And drink! They have to go together, it should count."
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You’re really going to sound crazy if you say that out loud… he tries to ignore anything going on with the tail that won’t stay still.
Lennon thinks that of course this is the question that he has to start with! He takes a moment but eventually does come to a conclusion.
“I really like homemade soup,” he says softly. “and I like peppermint hot chocolate or peppermint chocolate milk the best.” Not necessarily together…
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That's right, he had Daeshim bring him hot chocolate before. And wild mint grew in the forest, he's familiar with it. Next time, he'll try to make it for him himself, and Lennon dare not refuse.
"A fair answer. It's your turn."
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Lennon shifts, tucking his head against the others shoulder because he can. His ears rub against him and he tries to shake off how that makes him feel.
“What’s your favorite color?”
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"I don't like red."
But that doesn't answer Lennon's actual question, even he realizes that. Daeshim tries to relax, taking lots of time to think it over.
"I like all the other colors. But blue most of all. The sky is blue."
His voice softens at that, almost wistful.
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