[daeshim doesn't have wings. he can't fly. he's not considered attractive or elegant by his own kind. he holed himself up in a gloomy part of the woods where humans didn't dare go because of stories of some skeletal deer monster.
there's a lot he hasn't told lennon, and a lot more he can do. he'll be covered in flowers before the morning. daeshim's heart is still beating quickly, more of a wonder to him than his magic.
he lays him back against the bed, space between them only long enough for him to finish undressing before he slides up beside and against him.]
I like shiny people and shiny things. All of you is a treasure.
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there's a lot he hasn't told lennon, and a lot more he can do. he'll be covered in flowers before the morning. daeshim's heart is still beating quickly, more of a wonder to him than his magic.
he lays him back against the bed, space between them only long enough for him to finish undressing before he slides up beside and against him.]
I like shiny people and shiny things. All of you is a treasure.
[and his pleased expression persists.]