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.
Lennon isn't sure he understands the embarrassed look. The other never seems embarrassed of everything. He doesn't say anything as he pulls them away, and he bites his own lip.
"I don't want to do that to you," he finally settles on saying.
"What...explain what just happened with... those vines?"
It's his turn to ask a question. Daeshim almost reminds him of that, almost says the words. But maybe it's not the time for games after what just happened.
Daeshim is a little reassured by his words. He believes him. Lennon hasn't been cruel to him at all.
"They're just like. Extensions of me. They react as I would." He's not sure that helps Lennon understand any better. He doesn't know. "I wanted to wrap around you and keep you. They did it in my stead."
That look comes over the Fae's face again, making him fidget.
Lennon exhales a little and he doesn't understand at all, not really. But maybe magic just doesn't make sense... Maybe the fae will never completely make sense to him. He furrows his brow and it feels weird that he doesn't feel the need to instantly remind Daeshim that he's not something to be kept.
Instead, he tilts his head to kiss him, his hand curling into the other's side to keep their bodies held even closer.
"Ask me a question," he murmurs softly where he's carefully kissing his lips.
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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"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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"I don't want to do that to you," he finally settles on saying.
"What...explain what just happened with... those vines?"
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Daeshim is a little reassured by his words. He believes him. Lennon hasn't been cruel to him at all.
"They're just like. Extensions of me. They react as I would." He's not sure that helps Lennon understand any better. He doesn't know. "I wanted to wrap around you and keep you. They did it in my stead."
That look comes over the Fae's face again, making him fidget.
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Instead, he tilts his head to kiss him, his hand curling into the other's side to keep their bodies held even closer.
"Ask me a question," he murmurs softly where he's carefully kissing his lips.
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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.