[daeshim closes his eyes when he feels fingers in his hair, even better when he's drawn into a kiss. it's all these acts of affection that make him feel loved, and stirs the same emotion in his chest.

the fae opens his eyes and blinks a few times at the question. for all his reminding that he's not human, sometimes he forgets things himself. he nods softly, eyes watching lennon carefully as he speaks.]

Can make flowers bloom and vines grow. Small trees too. I know when the snows are coming, and which berries will be sweetest while they're still green. [he shifts, getting more comfortable, letting his arm drape across the human's torso to tangle his fingers with his far hand's.] Can talk to moths and crows and strange black dogs - can turn into two of them. In the Ruinwood, there's nothing I can't do.

[but they're not in the ruinwood now, and daeshim wonders just how much he's not capable of here.

a sudden little giggle escaped him.]

Turned Jasper tiny once! Small enough to fit inside a bubble!