"Taking care of the people I care about is who I am." In the Ruinwood that meant making sure that the boundaries were strong, that wolves or flesh-eating fae couldn't cross. It meant that he kept the apple trees and the berry bushes healthy, so they could provide fruit for bae and jasper's baking.
Here...is what he does really as important here? He would rather work than spend those extra hours without him.
He tangles his fingers in Lennon's hair, curling it around them and smiling after they've kissed.
"Mm. And you've always made me feel like they do." He's humored a lot of the Fae's temperamental ways.
Lennon smiles at that and honestly, he feels like the other takes care of him plenty. He doesn't need him to bring money to the table. He presses another kiss to his lips and sighs as he settles back down, still in kissing range but not propped up, tangling their legs together comfortably.
"I just...can't imagine a normal job that would make you happy."
"Humans seem to make money in many different ways." Some ways are more successful than others, which is one thing that the Fae doesn't understand. "I could sell flowers."
It's admittedly an odd notion to him to sell flowers, but he could probably get used to it. "Many people seem to enjoy them."
His mouth twists a little as he thinks about it, but only because he's thinking about it.
"It is something I am good at." So maybe he does understand that that's important. "And. It is something that other people enjoy. It seems to be an essential part of human courtship!" That was a little surprising, and pleasing. "If they are willing to pay for them...in a way, I would be helping them, right?"
"I'll talk to them. But I'm sure they'll be willing to grow and help!" He can sell them outside too. He'd barely even need a stall! Daeshim has dirt on his knees or elbows half the time anyway. Might as well have a good reason for it.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't give Lennon's kiss the attention that it deserved. And he feels bad about it, wrapping his arms around him to squeeze.
"Not your flower though." The blue-violet one that symbolizes Lennon must never be sold.
Lennon feels a little better about this option if the other is going to insist on working. At least it's in the fae's element. He still dislikes it a bit but he understands the need to contribute even if he's used to doing it all on his own. It's hard to accept help but from Daeshim he has a little less trouble in doing so.
"mm, good," Lennon smiles, lips finding the mark to kiss.
"I want... to get a tattoo on my neck to symbolize being yours."
"Your neck is very pretty, like a deer's. I'm sure a tattoo would look pretty there too."
It's a compliment, really. And...the idea makes him happy. Lennon might know this from the way the Fae scissors his legs open and closed a few times. He has even more trouble staying still when he's happy.
"Like a deers..." Lennon laughs quietly because from anyone else he might not have liked the comparison. He brushes his fingers against his neck in the spot that mirrors where Daeshim has a mark.
"Mhm, yeah, I'd get it by myself," Lennon says, nipping at the other's neck playfully.
"No. You must not go by yourself." His voice is firm, even if he knows why Lennon would. Knows it would be for his sake. Daeshim wraps around him even more, turning his head until his lips find the other's temple. "As long as you know that you are mine and I am yours. It's a deal between us, even if no one else ever knows."
He doesn't want Lennon to feel like he has to do anything to announce it or prove it. It's enough for him to just be in Dae's arms.
Lennon gives Daeshim a frustrated look when the other says no. He would've pushed himself up but the other's wrapping around him and he doesn't actually want to put any space between them even if he's frustrated.
"I want it," Lennon says, maybe with a hint of petulance. "I want to wear a mark of you on my skin."
It's for him and for Daeshim, no one else.
"Humans wear rings... but you have this..." Lennon's fingers brush against the flower.
"Do you want rings?" Lennon is human, after all. Daeshim could wear a ring. A ring wouldn't make him bleed. But... "If a mark on your skin will make you happy, it will make me happy too. Just let me come with you."
The flower on Daeshim's neck didn't bloom without Lennon nearby.
His breath catches at that, and the fae scowls with drawn brows.
"The person with the needle should be the one who is worried! If they hurt you I will-" He struggles for a way to finish that threat. It's hard having a protective side while also hating violence and conflict. But when it's someone that he cares about, he'll do what he must. So a more determined look settles on Daeshim's face. "I will curse them if they mess up. Their fingers will grow long and gnarled like tree roots."
"Maybe you should stay home, Daeshim. I can have Jasper go with me," Lennon says with a raised brow at that response.
Lennon sighs and pulls the other closer as he tilts his head to press kisses over the other's mark, nipping at it.
"It'll hurt but... I like that sort of thing and I know you don't get that and I don't want you to get upset and then worry you'll do something rash like curse the person tattooing me."
"I want to go! You must not replace me with Jasper!" His frown becomes something softer, more akin to a pout. This is his, even if it's going on Lennon's skin, and he wants to be there for it.
"I will not curse them..." Hm. It's a hard promise to make, and possibly an unwise one. So he fixes it. "Unless you say 'fuck'."
It's not that Dae wants to do it. He just didn't want to choose a word that Lennon would never say. He still feels a little anxious about it, but better, able to settle more into the human's arms and the attention that he's giving his neck.
"How?" He begins, and then isn't sure how to go from there. He doesn't want him to mistake his lack of understanding for judgment. "Why do you like it?"
Lennon hadn't thought the conversation would go that direction. He nuzzles his neck, though, as he feels a twist of nervousness at the question. He'd never actually had to explain it before. Jasper had understood it and Hunter well, he just knew it to exist whether he understood or not he'd never indicated.
He holds Daeshim close and takes his time before trying to answer.
"Pain and pleasure are like...two sides of the same coin," Lennon says quietly. "There's a rush when there's pain. It's not all pain and it's not if it's pain I don't want or pain I can't stop if I want it to stop," he swallows. "Maybe... I guess, at some point I was hurting so much that I wanted pain I could control," but he's not a psychologist. "And now... it just... feels good and it just... makes me feel better."
Lennon swallows a little. "It's okay that you don't understand it."
It must be a human thing, though it never came up with his Baein or Jasper. That's the only way Daeshim can understand it. There isn't a creature in the forest that willingly steps into a trap. But there are other kinds of pain too, some worse than others.
"The ones who cause pain. Those are the ones I don't understand."
Lennon is an enigma to him sometimes, but always accepted.
"That's why I would never..." he trails off and then shakes his head. "Jasper might be able to explain it better."
Jasper's pretty good at explaining a lot of things, to be honest. He doesn't think Daeshim really understands him in this either, even if he accepts him.
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Here...is what he does really as important here? He would rather work than spend those extra hours without him.
He tangles his fingers in Lennon's hair, curling it around them and smiling after they've kissed.
"Mm. And you've always made me feel like they do." He's humored a lot of the Fae's temperamental ways.
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"I just...can't imagine a normal job that would make you happy."
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It's admittedly an odd notion to him to sell flowers, but he could probably get used to it. "Many people seem to enjoy them."
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"Would you really be okay with selling flowers?"
It doesn't seem like something Daeshim would enjoy... Well he enjoys flowers but selling them?
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"It is something I am good at." So maybe he does understand that that's important. "And. It is something that other people enjoy. It seems to be an essential part of human courtship!" That was a little surprising, and pleasing. "If they are willing to pay for them...in a way, I would be helping them, right?"
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"You would. Your flowers are better than any others too."
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He was so lost in thought that he didn't give Lennon's kiss the attention that it deserved. And he feels bad about it, wrapping his arms around him to squeeze.
"Not your flower though." The blue-violet one that symbolizes Lennon must never be sold.
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"mm, good," Lennon smiles, lips finding the mark to kiss.
"I want... to get a tattoo on my neck to symbolize being yours."
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It's a compliment, really. And...the idea makes him happy. Lennon might know this from the way the Fae scissors his legs open and closed a few times. He has even more trouble staying still when he's happy.
"But...aren't tattoos put on with needles?"
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"Mhm, yeah, I'd get it by myself," Lennon says, nipping at the other's neck playfully.
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He doesn't want Lennon to feel like he has to do anything to announce it or prove it. It's enough for him to just be in Dae's arms.
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"I want it," Lennon says, maybe with a hint of petulance. "I want to wear a mark of you on my skin."
It's for him and for Daeshim, no one else.
"Humans wear rings... but you have this..." Lennon's fingers brush against the flower.
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The flower on Daeshim's neck didn't bloom without Lennon nearby.
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"If I let you come would you at least look away?"
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"Okay."
He'll look away. He'll be true to his word. And that's all he's say about that.
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"I don't want to have to worry about you while someone has a needle to my neck."
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"The person with the needle should be the one who is worried! If they hurt you I will-" He struggles for a way to finish that threat. It's hard having a protective side while also hating violence and conflict. But when it's someone that he cares about, he'll do what he must. So a more determined look settles on Daeshim's face. "I will curse them if they mess up. Their fingers will grow long and gnarled like tree roots."
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Lennon sighs and pulls the other closer as he tilts his head to press kisses over the other's mark, nipping at it.
"It'll hurt but... I like that sort of thing and I know you don't get that and I don't want you to get upset and then worry you'll do something rash like curse the person tattooing me."
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"I will not curse them..." Hm. It's a hard promise to make, and possibly an unwise one. So he fixes it. "Unless you say 'fuck'."
A safeword. For them.
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"Of all the words..." Lennon laughs softly but he nods against his neck. "Okay. Unless I say fuck."
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"How?" He begins, and then isn't sure how to go from there. He doesn't want him to mistake his lack of understanding for judgment. "Why do you like it?"
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He holds Daeshim close and takes his time before trying to answer.
"Pain and pleasure are like...two sides of the same coin," Lennon says quietly. "There's a rush when there's pain. It's not all pain and it's not if it's pain I don't want or pain I can't stop if I want it to stop," he swallows. "Maybe... I guess, at some point I was hurting so much that I wanted pain I could control," but he's not a psychologist. "And now... it just... feels good and it just... makes me feel better."
Lennon swallows a little. "It's okay that you don't understand it."
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It must be a human thing, though it never came up with his Baein or Jasper. That's the only way Daeshim can understand it. There isn't a creature in the forest that willingly steps into a trap. But there are other kinds of pain too, some worse than others.
"The ones who cause pain. Those are the ones I don't understand."
Lennon is an enigma to him sometimes, but always accepted.
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"That's why I would never..." he trails off and then shakes his head. "Jasper might be able to explain it better."
Jasper's pretty good at explaining a lot of things, to be honest. He doesn't think Daeshim really understands him in this either, even if he accepts him.
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"That's twice you've said his name."
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