It's not that anything was overtly wrong in meeting Baein but the combination of Baein and Jasper being there... Lennon couldn't fight the urge to run. He hates himself for being attached to Daeshim, for letting the other crack his walls, push in time and time again. He hates himself that there's emotion attached to Daeshim. That for once, he resents being a placeholder -- because honestly despite Daeshim's assurances that's all he can see himself as.
And he knows that he can't keep Daeshim out of his apartment, so instead he goes and finds some work.
It's not hard to get a job at a brothel. And he's attractive enough to get clients quickly even with the ridiculous ears and tails -- in fact he thinks some people might have a kink for that. Weird. So weird but, it's easy to drown himself in selling sex for money. It's familiar and safer than the real things he felt when Daeshim touches him or the painful spike of inadequacy and jealousy when he thinks of Jasper and Baein.
So it's the second or third day he's stayed at the brothel, not going home -- just napping between clients in the room he's using. He doesn't usually do in person clients -- not at home -- but really his usual services wouldn't sell as well here he's sure. And. He doesn't mind this work.
He's distracted enough the first day - Daeshim is a needy creature, became that way because he went from having nothing to knowing true love and affection. It made him greedy, hoarding it up like treasure. He does seek it from Jasper and Baein too, though they're still at that stage where they're mostly confused by him. A little uncertain.
He misses Lennon within hours, but he doesn't think too much of it when he doesn't come back to his own place the first night. The Fae just assumes that he met someone and went home with them, and though he pouts for his own loss, he's not especially bothered by it.
On the second day, he is, And by the second night, he's already looking for him, the straight line of his mouth progressively becoming more and more of a frown. He doesn't tire as quickly as humans do, but by the third morning, he is tired, running from place to place, bursting in just long enough to see if Lennon is there.
It's on the third afternoon that he finally finds him, a few shouts heard from the rooms that he runs into but finds no Lennon, until he finally stumbles over the threshold of the one where he is. Daeshim falls to his knees there, but quickly raises his head and an accusing finger.
[he doesn't know how much sleep lennon's gotten over the past few days, if any at all. but he is asleep when dae returns to himself, stretching against the mattress like he's just awakened from his own nap. the fae scoots immediately closer to him, letting his forehead rest gently against the other's while making no real attempt to wake him. it's difficult, but he's in no position to complain about being patient.
there's been no one to make hot chocolate for him. daeshim bites down on his bottom lip when he thinks of that. it's such a small thing - to anyone else it would seem like a small thing. but it's a sacred ritual between them, and just one more thing that lennon has had to endure since daeshim turned into a mushroom.
he turns his head carefully to look at the door, and then back to the human's closed eyes. he shouldn't leave; even for those few minutes, he shouldn't leave. but he wants so badly to make some for him, the first of many apologies that he needs to make. so he brushes their lips together featherlight, and then scoots to the edge of the bed to hurry out of the room.
(if anyone else happens to glimpse the streaking fae on his way to the kitchen...sorry?)
dae's going to prepare it quickly, though properly, and hopefully the sweet warm scent of it can be what wakes lennon and not his absence.]
[ Lennon's barely been able to sleep or eat. He's curled up in the blanket and struggled with everything he was feeling. He'd seek out Baein, Jasper or Hunter a time or two but mostly he just stay curled up in bed with the mushdae beside him. It was hard for him to deal with the effects of his heat and the emotional turmoil of it all.
By the time the other comes back to his normal form, Lennon had finally fallen into a deeper sleep, at least for a little while. He didn't stir as the other moves on the bed, comes close. There's something like a smile that touches his lips at the contact and a sigh of loss when Daeshim moved away and out of the bed.
Luckily, he doesn't wake up and just burrows down into the blankets. In his dreams, a certain purple fae is giving him kisses and holding him tight.
When the scent of hot chocolate and peppermint returns to the room, Lennon stirs, the other drawing near will help too. He struggles to open his eyes, exhaustion still written all over his face as he blinks and looks to the pillow for the mushroom before realizing... ]
Dae...!
[ His eyes widen and then he narrows them and is tempted to throw a pillow at him. ]
Lennon says as he opens the door. He's been spending a lot of time holed away since the stuff happened with Dae and his art room -- even if they've made up he's had a hard time with returning to his art. So it'd been work and avoiding most things.
His hair is a bit messy and he's in the short shorts he sleeps in and a t-shirt on.
[those words taper off into a whimper followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground. it might've been helpful if he could've told him that he was outside with his "new" bike before passing out.]
[ But he hears the thump and of course he's panicked. So of course he starts running around the house first looking for him before venturing outside in search of Daeshim.
He's calling his name and eventually sees the bike and the fae. ]
Dae!
[ And okay maybe he's a little relieved when he starts to realize what happen. ]
[as soon as he's made enough money, daeshim rushes out and buys the nicest watercolor set he can find.
...granted, he doesn't really know what makes a "nice" watercolor set. so he just buys the one with the most colors. he leaves it kind of peeking out from underneath lennon's pillow, like the human might think that he left it there. and forgotten that he'd bought it.]
[ Aside from painting flowers red for Daeshim, he hasn't touched art since Daeshim had come into the room. They've moved past it mostly but the guilt still nags at Lennon everytime he thinks about going into the room. He needs his art but he'd been pushing it to the back of his mind and focusing on work, on anything else.
He's surprised when he finds the watercolor set under the pillow. There's only one person that would have been leaving things under or near his pillow. Lennon bites down on his lip as he pulls it out to get a better look at it. There's a small smile on his lips.
Finally, he takes it to his art room and a while later he comes out with a completed watercolor of a morning glory and acorns. It's simple but it's the first thing he's done in a while and the emotion behind it is soft, loving, and affectionate. The watercolor is left on top of Daeshim's pillow for the fae to find. ]
[it's not uncommon for lennon to hear daeshim's running footsteps coming to their room. the fae doesn't seem to like walking in general, plus he's often excited to show him something: a peculiar shaped leaf, a charm that he bought from the market, someone else's underwear.
so there's no reason to think that anything terrible or great has happened if he hears him running this time, the door flying open. daeshim takes a few deep breaths in the open doorway, eyes fixing on lennon before he marches over to him.]
Mm!
[and then he holds up a ring with a small jewel in it.]
[ Lennon has gotten used to a lot of Daeshim's quirks and the random things he'd want to show him or give him. A collection of them are in his art room and some are in the bedroom depending on the item and what not. He blinks when he sees what it is that Daeshim has this time. ]
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And he knows that he can't keep Daeshim out of his apartment, so instead he goes and finds some work.
It's not hard to get a job at a brothel. And he's attractive enough to get clients quickly even with the ridiculous ears and tails -- in fact he thinks some people might have a kink for that. Weird. So weird but, it's easy to drown himself in selling sex for money. It's familiar and safer than the real things he felt when Daeshim touches him or the painful spike of inadequacy and jealousy when he thinks of Jasper and Baein.
So it's the second or third day he's stayed at the brothel, not going home -- just napping between clients in the room he's using. He doesn't usually do in person clients -- not at home -- but really his usual services wouldn't sell as well here he's sure. And. He doesn't mind this work.
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He misses Lennon within hours, but he doesn't think too much of it when he doesn't come back to his own place the first night. The Fae just assumes that he met someone and went home with them, and though he pouts for his own loss, he's not especially bothered by it.
On the second day, he is, And by the second night, he's already looking for him, the straight line of his mouth progressively becoming more and more of a frown. He doesn't tire as quickly as humans do, but by the third morning, he is tired, running from place to place, bursting in just long enough to see if Lennon is there.
It's on the third afternoon that he finally finds him, a few shouts heard from the rooms that he runs into but finds no Lennon, until he finally stumbles over the threshold of the one where he is. Daeshim falls to his knees there, but quickly raises his head and an accusing finger.
"I don't like this game!"
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Group misfire to daeshim, Jasper, baein, hunter
whereeeee did you go? ;^;
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there's been no one to make hot chocolate for him. daeshim bites down on his bottom lip when he thinks of that. it's such a small thing - to anyone else it would seem like a small thing. but it's a sacred ritual between them, and just one more thing that lennon has had to endure since daeshim turned into a mushroom.
he turns his head carefully to look at the door, and then back to the human's closed eyes. he shouldn't leave; even for those few minutes, he shouldn't leave. but he wants so badly to make some for him, the first of many apologies that he needs to make. so he brushes their lips together featherlight, and then scoots to the edge of the bed to hurry out of the room.
(if anyone else happens to glimpse the streaking fae on his way to the kitchen...sorry?)
dae's going to prepare it quickly, though properly, and hopefully the sweet warm scent of it can be what wakes lennon and not his absence.]
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By the time the other comes back to his normal form, Lennon had finally fallen into a deeper sleep, at least for a little while. He didn't stir as the other moves on the bed, comes close. There's something like a smile that touches his lips at the contact and a sigh of loss when Daeshim moved away and out of the bed.
Luckily, he doesn't wake up and just burrows down into the blankets. In his dreams, a certain purple fae is giving him kisses and holding him tight.
When the scent of hot chocolate and peppermint returns to the room, Lennon stirs, the other drawing near will help too. He struggles to open his eyes, exhaustion still written all over his face as he blinks and looks to the pillow for the mushroom before realizing... ]
Dae...!
[ His eyes widen and then he narrows them and is tempted to throw a pillow at him. ]
I'm so mad at you!
[ At least he's awake now. ]
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Hunter taps on the door of the room Lennon shares with Daeshim, he’s sleepy and leaning against the doorframe.
Another tap, “honeyyyyyyyyyyyy?”
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Lennon says as he opens the door. He's been spending a lot of time holed away since the stuff happened with Dae and his art room -- even if they've made up he's had a hard time with returning to his art. So it'd been work and avoiding most things.
His hair is a bit messy and he's in the short shorts he sleeps in and a t-shirt on.
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Lennon! Blood! There's blood! I'm bleeding...
[those words taper off into a whimper followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground. it might've been helpful if he could've told him that he was outside with his "new" bike before passing out.]
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[ But he hears the thump and of course he's panicked. So of course he starts running around the house first looking for him before venturing outside in search of Daeshim.
He's calling his name and eventually sees the bike and the fae. ]
Dae!
[ And okay maybe he's a little relieved when he starts to realize what happen. ]
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[lennon should be used to him leading with nonsense. but his voice sounds more upset than usual.]
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...granted, he doesn't really know what makes a "nice" watercolor set. so he just buys the one with the most colors. he leaves it kind of peeking out from underneath lennon's pillow, like the human might think that he left it there. and forgotten that he'd bought it.]
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He's surprised when he finds the watercolor set under the pillow. There's only one person that would have been leaving things under or near his pillow. Lennon bites down on his lip as he pulls it out to get a better look at it. There's a small smile on his lips.
Finally, he takes it to his art room and a while later he comes out with a completed watercolor of a morning glory and acorns. It's simple but it's the first thing he's done in a while and the emotion behind it is soft, loving, and affectionate. The watercolor is left on top of Daeshim's pillow for the fae to find. ]
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so there's no reason to think that anything terrible or great has happened if he hears him running this time, the door flying open. daeshim takes a few deep breaths in the open doorway, eyes fixing on lennon before he marches over to him.]
Mm!
[and then he holds up a ring with a small jewel in it.]
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Dae...?
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