Lennon is kissing him and holding him close, and it feels like there's nothing more that Daeshim really needs to know. He knows that the human is from a world where magic is either rare or hidden, but he hasn't shown any fear in the face of his.
"Do I make you happy?"
That's his question. That's what he wants to know.
The question feels strange to Lennon. He's pretty sure no one has ever asked him something like that before. Not in any real way. He lets his forehead rest against daeshim.
He hates that he cares so much, that he wants Daeshim so much.
"Yeah," he says finally. Daeshim makes him laugh and smile even when he's annoying.
His voice is a little shakier than normal. That makes him happy too. Fae can never be accused of being selfless creatures. Daeshim is sure that he's selfish in a thousand little ways. He doesn't think he could let Lennon go, but at least he can try to make him happy.
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"Do I make you happy?"
That's his question. That's what he wants to know.
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He hates that he cares so much, that he wants Daeshim so much.
"Yeah," he says finally. Daeshim makes him laugh and smile even when he's annoying.
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His voice is a little shakier than normal. That makes him happy too. Fae can never be accused of being selfless creatures. Daeshim is sure that he's selfish in a thousand little ways. He doesn't think he could let Lennon go, but at least he can try to make him happy.
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Lennon exhales, keeping his eyes closed and not moving to put any distance between them.
“More questions another time,” he says softly, finally moving to tuck his head back down at the crook of his neck.
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There's always time to ask more questions later, and he will. But for now Daeshim is also content to just lie there as they are.