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.
Lennon is surprised at the force of the statement about red and he ticks it
away to ask about some other time. For now he lets himself enjoy the way
daeshim talks about blue, the sky. There’s more questions for another time
there too.
"But brown is my color. That's what they told me. Brown like dirt and mud, other unpleasant things too."
He used to wear a lot of brown when he first met Baein. Even now, he'd probably still unconsciously choose brown clothes, brown shoes. Not because he likes them but...he was made from mud and brown is his color.
He sighs, and then sounds more cheerful again.
"What scares you? I need to know so I can be ready."
Lennon frowns because he can't imagine that. Unpleasant things? What could be unpleasant about Daeshim -- he's weird and annoying sometimes but he's good... His ears twitch in irritation and he nuzzles him more.
"Nothing unpleasant about you," he mutters. He won't repeat it either.
The other's asking questions that are so hard for him! Lennon licks his lips and he didn't ask everything so he chooses something simple.
It's a surprised sound. Nothing unpleasant about you. It's like something Baein would've said, or Jasper. He hadn't thought about hearing something like it from Lennon, but now that he has it makes him feel warm. It feels the same way that they used to make him feel.
And Daeshim feels the same way in return.
"Then if a clown ever comes near you, I'll yell at it until it runs away!"
Does he even know what a clown is? Maybe, maybe not, he'll yell at it anyway.
He guesses it is. Humans have such short lives, though they extend when they're with Fae. (Something Lennon may realize someday.) By Fae standards, Daeshim's barely out of his teenage years.
"Jealous...I." Daeshim has a very clear memory of the first time he felt jealous. "When I like someone and they don't want to kiss me or touch me. When they don't pay attention to me."
He's still back in that moment now, the sound of heavy breathing. Bodies tangling together and he's right there. They know he's right there, he always is and they never...they don't look at him or kiss him or hold their hand out to him-
And the vines are curling around Lennon, up his legs and torso and wrists, creeping around his throat.
Lennon nods. To him it's... a very long time. But so much is different for them both it seems in that sort of thing.
Maybe he shouldn't have asked about jealousy. But he had and he can put the pieces together from what Daeshim has told him in bits and pieces. He's confused at the appearance of vines, the way the curl around his body, drawing near his throat. He doesn't mind the vines, generally speaking, even if they wrap around his throat it won't matter.
But...
"Daeshim," he calls gently, not sure how to handle this but honestly he's not all there it feelsl ike.
He gasps when Lennon says his name. Daeshim does look like someone blinking the sleep away, his eyes refocusing before he looks at him. And that's when he sees the vines that have wrapped around the human. He looks embarrassed as he tears them away from him, the leaves turning to little more than dust after he does.
"You shouldn't...I hope you won't do that to me."
Because Daeshim likes him. The fact that the vines appeared and curled around him are proof of that.
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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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Lennon is surprised at the force of the statement about red and he ticks it away to ask about some other time. For now he lets himself enjoy the way daeshim talks about blue, the sky. There’s more questions for another time there too.
“Blue is a good one.”
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He used to wear a lot of brown when he first met Baein. Even now, he'd probably still unconsciously choose brown clothes, brown shoes. Not because he likes them but...he was made from mud and brown is his color.
He sighs, and then sounds more cheerful again.
"What scares you? I need to know so I can be ready."
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"Nothing unpleasant about you," he mutters. He won't repeat it either.
The other's asking questions that are so hard for him! Lennon licks his lips and he didn't ask everything so he chooses something simple.
"Clowns."
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It's a surprised sound. Nothing unpleasant about you. It's like something Baein would've said, or Jasper. He hadn't thought about hearing something like it from Lennon, but now that he has it makes him feel warm. It feels the same way that they used to make him feel.
And Daeshim feels the same way in return.
"Then if a clown ever comes near you, I'll yell at it until it runs away!"
Does he even know what a clown is? Maybe, maybe not, he'll yell at it anyway.
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"How old are you?"
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Daeshim frowns thoughtfully, lifting his finger to trace the shape of Lennon's lips before brushing it against the tips of his fangs.
"Younger than a thousand for sure. Do you like girls, or just boys?"
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"So..old," he doesn't seem upset just... it's hard to wrap his mind around.
"Both. What makes you jealous?"
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He guesses it is. Humans have such short lives, though they extend when they're with Fae. (Something Lennon may realize someday.) By Fae standards, Daeshim's barely out of his teenage years.
"Jealous...I." Daeshim has a very clear memory of the first time he felt jealous. "When I like someone and they don't want to kiss me or touch me. When they don't pay attention to me."
He's still back in that moment now, the sound of heavy breathing. Bodies tangling together and he's right there. They know he's right there, he always is and they never...they don't look at him or kiss him or hold their hand out to him-
And the vines are curling around Lennon, up his legs and torso and wrists, creeping around his throat.
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Maybe he shouldn't have asked about jealousy. But he had and he can put the pieces together from what Daeshim has told him in bits and pieces. He's confused at the appearance of vines, the way the curl around his body, drawing near his throat. He doesn't mind the vines, generally speaking, even if they wrap around his throat it won't matter.
But...
"Daeshim," he calls gently, not sure how to handle this but honestly he's not all there it feelsl ike.
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"You shouldn't...I hope you won't do that to me."
Because Daeshim likes him. The fact that the vines appeared and curled around him are proof of that.
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