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[faeshim]

Yes! I will sprout you six of each!

[privatechat]

Dae, you should make sure that people know that if they order red they'll be painted unless you can get them from Baein.

[faeshim]

...Okay. But this is a special favor! Henry is giving them to Gaura and he must have red!

[privatechat]

I'll do my best, okay...?

[faeshim]

You will do amazing work.

I will keep trying too.

[privatechat]

Daeshim are you sure you want to? You don't have to hurt yourself.

[faeshim]

...Henry said that in the language of flowers, red tulips mean love and passion.

I want to give them to you too.

[privatechat]

You don't have to give me red tulips for me to know how you feel. I know how that color affects you, Dae.

[faeshim]

I want it for other reasons too. It...red is not blood. Blood is blood.

[privatechat]

[ Lennon is quiet for a moment and he shouldn't discourage this but he's worried. He chews on his lip. ]

Okay.

I just... get scared.

[faeshim]

Scared? But...you don't mind red.

[privatechat]

I get scared for you. I don't know how to help.

[faeshim]

Mm.

Well! I do have one idea. But it might sound a little strange...

[privatechat]

What?

[faeshim]

Maybe if you put on some red lipstick and kissed me all over my body.

[it would help! really!]

I might start associating it with things that feel nice.

[privatechat]

[ Lennon tilts his head and there is some logic to it, exposure therapy or whatever. He chews on his lip and wellt he vague worry that it might have the opposite effect and the other would freak out at his kisses even without lipstick....... okay he's just being paranoid, right? ]

I can do that.

[faeshim]

[he could never feel that way about lennon's kisses. there's nothing better.]

Okay!

[privatechat]

Whenever you're ready we can try.

[faeshim]

I'm ready now! Oh, but we need the lipstick.

[privatechat]

I have some...

[faeshim]

Is it really red?

[he's skipping the communicator this time, and instead just hurries from his room to theirs to ask lennon in person.]

[privatechat]

[ Lennon hesitates but he nods with a smile. He'd gone to look through the makeup he had that he mostly uses for work and found red lipstick that he hasn't used since meeting Daeshim. He has the case in his hand. ]

Are you sure you want to do this?

[faeshim]

[daeshim takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders with the exhale. his expression is nothing less than determined.]

I'm sure! This is something I must do.

[he closes his eyes, giving lennon time to apply it.]

[privatechat]

[ Lennon's brows are still furrowed in concern as he opens the lipstick and applies it quickly. He sets it aside and reaches out to touch the other's hand. ]

Okay.

[faeshim]

[daeshim opens his eyes slowly, and something in him seizes up. instead of seeing lennon in red lipstick, he sees lennon with a bloody mouth. in his mind, in his worst fears, someone has hurt him.

the fae's eyes roll back and turn black. the antlers on his head sprout more prongs and grow sharper. and dae's very skin seems to harden, like his skeleton has come to the surface and is trying to switch places with it. he's breathing heavily too, because someone has hurt lennon, someone has hurt someone that he loves and he must do something about that. but daeshim can still feel lennon's touch, and grips the other's hand with a hand that has something more like claws than fingernails.

he just breathes. he breathes until the blackness melts away and he can see the face of his love again. the obscene color is still on his lips, but dae has realized something after reaching out touch them with a trembling (normal) hand.]

...It's not blood.