[...yes, exactly like that. he makes a sound when lennon says his name. he's given something that's simultaneously so valuable and worthless to him. what good is a name, really?
until he hears it on his tongue. until lennon whispers it breathlessly in the darkness when he does something just right, moves just right. and then it feels priceless.]
I-
[he smiles at him, bright and honest and so rare. but then it fades away again. instead the fae is looking at him with an expression full of wonder.]
What's this feeling? Do you know?
[daeshim places a hand against his chest, right over his heart.]
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until he hears it on his tongue. until lennon whispers it breathlessly in the darkness when he does something just right, moves just right. and then it feels priceless.]
I-
[he smiles at him, bright and honest and so rare. but then it fades away again. instead the fae is looking at him with an expression full of wonder.]
What's this feeling? Do you know?
[daeshim places a hand against his chest, right over his heart.]