[he nods with the sound. it looks different from many of the other paintings, but in a way that daeshim can't explain. it's not his lack of art knowledge, not this time. he just doesn't dream.
he spends just as much time staring at a jar full of brushes. if he squints, it could almost be a bouquet of flowers.]
You have so many of them. And they're all different.
[ Lennon nods and maybe if he had been ready for this to happen he would explain a lot more. But as it is he's trying not to let the anxiety swallow him, the invasive feeling of having everything inside of him displayed when he hadn't been ready to share all of this.
And despite being on display and the things that had shown how Daeshim pays attention to him in such detail he still feels the overwhelming sense of Daeshim not understanding something that he needed him to.
[it might not even be the last time. there will be things that daeshim doesn't understand, and things that lennon won't understand too, no matter how much the fae might need him to the next time. a bird and a fish can fall in love, but where do they build their nest? it's even more of a challenge for a fae and a human.
he hums and stands up. maybe that's all there is to know about paint brushes, he doesn't know. maybe there's nothing more to any of it. something tells him that that's not the case, but daeshim has seen what's inside the forbidden room...and that should be enough.]
Okay.
[he nods to himself and turns to leave. if it helps any, he won't be back now.]
[ Lennon would hate that day when it almost certainly comes. Understanding and being understood are important but ... no one is perfect, no couple is perfect. Daeshim is nearly perfect, though.
One day he will tell him about paintbrushes and anything else he might want to know. ]
Dae...you're mine. And you're never unwanted.
[ It's said very softly but he feels like it needs to be said maybe because he's so upset and hurt and that he's hiding it so much. ]
[he'll probably ask again someday, when something happens to pique his curiosity again. but for now...he can feel that he's still not really wanted in there. the way that lennon doesn't say much, the way that he stays right where he is. he notices.
it makes him...not necessarily unsure of lennon's words, but not reassured either. he hesitates in the doorway.]
...Humans have used iron to protect themselves from the Fae for centuries. It's a very effective weapon! [he pauses, swallowing hard.] I hope you won't feel the need to use it again.
[ Lennon frowns at the other's explanation and it's very hard to keep it together because he never would have thought of it as a weapon. He swallows hard. He knows he'll have to talk to Dae again. ]
I won't... I promise.
[ There's an ache in his chest and a twisting pit of something in his stomach. ]
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[he smiles at that, stepping up to the painting for a closer look.]
I was right, water color makes beautiful pictures. It reminds me of the ink that I used to make out of berries or flowers.
[he studies the small painting for...a long time. before finally pointing to another one.]
What about that one? It's shiny.
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The one he pointed to is a dream, a mix of bright colors shining like rays from a multicolored sun in the corner. ]
Can I tell you about that one another time?
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[he nods with the sound. it looks different from many of the other paintings, but in a way that daeshim can't explain. it's not his lack of art knowledge, not this time. he just doesn't dream.
he spends just as much time staring at a jar full of brushes. if he squints, it could almost be a bouquet of flowers.]
You have so many of them. And they're all different.
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And despite being on display and the things that had shown how Daeshim pays attention to him in such detail he still feels the overwhelming sense of Daeshim not understanding something that he needed him to.
But he buries it down as best as he can. ]
Of course.
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he hums and stands up. maybe that's all there is to know about paint brushes, he doesn't know. maybe there's nothing more to any of it. something tells him that that's not the case, but daeshim has seen what's inside the forbidden room...and that should be enough.]
Okay.
[he nods to himself and turns to leave. if it helps any, he won't be back now.]
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One day he will tell him about paintbrushes and anything else he might want to know. ]
Dae...you're mine. And you're never unwanted.
[ It's said very softly but he feels like it needs to be said maybe because he's so upset and hurt and that he's hiding it so much. ]
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it makes him...not necessarily unsure of lennon's words, but not reassured either. he hesitates in the doorway.]
...Humans have used iron to protect themselves from the Fae for centuries. It's a very effective weapon! [he pauses, swallowing hard.] I hope you won't feel the need to use it again.
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I won't... I promise.
[ There's an ache in his chest and a twisting pit of something in his stomach. ]
I'm sorry.