Baein ☆ (
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[ baein has been busy the past weeks, cooping himself up in his little cottage when he hasn't been to the treehouse to welcome the new life into the world along with everyone else. and he already left something behind for the little one, but the truth of it all is that's not the only gift he's been preparing.
it feels like it's the only thing he can do.
christmas isn't really something he ever celebrated back when he was still just baein, stuck going to a university for a degree he didn't care for. when jasper and princess were the only bright things in his life, and thinking back on that time now it feels so long ago and a little faded, if not a memory with his boyfriend in it. now... now jasper is there, but also not, and baein is so melded with the forest he never quite feels alone in a sense of the word. (until he does feel a little lonely sometimes.)
the ruinwood is his home. and it's made him part of it in a way he'd never anticipate in his life. and yet, it still doesn't feel like it's finished with him.
back to the present, it is yuletide, christmas, or more importantly now than ever, it's the time around the winter solstice, and baein emerges from his hidey-hole with a bundle of soft things in his arms, heading for the treehouse. (maybe it's also to steal a hug from someone. what? he's touch starved half the time he's alive and he just wants a cuddle please and thank you.)
this time around, he knocks on the door with his elbow instead of walking right in, hands too occupied trying to balance the load in his arms. ]
Whoouups—
[ he stumbles slightly with wide eyes before righting himself, and then calls out. ]
Knock knock~!
it feels like it's the only thing he can do.
christmas isn't really something he ever celebrated back when he was still just baein, stuck going to a university for a degree he didn't care for. when jasper and princess were the only bright things in his life, and thinking back on that time now it feels so long ago and a little faded, if not a memory with his boyfriend in it. now... now jasper is there, but also not, and baein is so melded with the forest he never quite feels alone in a sense of the word. (until he does feel a little lonely sometimes.)
the ruinwood is his home. and it's made him part of it in a way he'd never anticipate in his life. and yet, it still doesn't feel like it's finished with him.
back to the present, it is yuletide, christmas, or more importantly now than ever, it's the time around the winter solstice, and baein emerges from his hidey-hole with a bundle of soft things in his arms, heading for the treehouse. (maybe it's also to steal a hug from someone. what? he's touch starved half the time he's alive and he just wants a cuddle please and thank you.)
this time around, he knocks on the door with his elbow instead of walking right in, hands too occupied trying to balance the load in his arms. ]
Whoouups—
[ he stumbles slightly with wide eyes before righting himself, and then calls out. ]
Knock knock~!
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...that would be lovely. Thank you. Again.
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Closing the door behind him, he wanders into the kitchen and sets the kettle on to boil while he sifts through a few of the herbal teas. At this point he’s made himself enough at home that he knows where all of the important things are and where things belong.
Tea is simple.
He likes that it’s more quiet here in Baein’s cottage. Some of the others are really noisy. And Baein feels like the forest which is why he likes to spend his nights here. Every night. Usually in fox form but if Baein doesn’t mind him having hands…then maybe he’ll do this more often. ]
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taking his time, baein sinks back into the bath at first, letting the warm and floral water seep into his senses to a point where he almost dozes off. it's only been a few moments when he starts washing up though, finishing quickly mostly to not keep koa wait for him too long.
toweling his hair, he steps into the kitchen, already donned in a soft hoodie and boxers, and sniffs the air. ]
Ah... I like this one.
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Cute. From the top of his wet head to his toes - cute.
He gently slides the cup over and makes himself one, too. Cup in hand he wanders over and sniffs Baein briefly. ]
Me too.
[ With that he moves around him and heads for the bedroom, sipping his tea, tail swishing idly. ]
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[ accepting the cup, baein raises both eyebrows as he waits for an explanation even as the fox moves on. that didn't sound like he meant just the tea, but baein isn't sure. when he doesn't get one, the blonde follows koa, expression caught in half a smile and half a frown. ]
The tea, or something else?
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[ no sense in denying it now.
He moves to the side of the bed he usually ends up curled up on as a fox and sits down with his tea. He watches Baein as he comes in and he smirks softly. ]
The tea is good, too, though.
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[ he comes to a halt at the foot of the bed, at loss for words for a second, and also feeling a sense of comfort of seeing another person there, someone he treasures, taking up space on a bed baein sometimes feels is a little too large for just one. he takes a sip of his own mug, eyes crinkling at the corners. ]
It's one of my favorite teas. You chose well.
[ he moves over to perch on the bed beside the fox, amusement shining in his expression. ]
What do I smell like?
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But he watches Baein’s face, his own features softening a little before he looks down into his cup again. ]
The first flowers in spring, strawberry pie and fresh sheets.
[ he tries to shrug it off and just sips at his tea again. ]
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he takes a sip of his tea in lieu of an immediate answer, and then he lets out an audible exhale, a soft noise with a bit of wonder. ]
And you smell like forest, comfort, with a hint of cherries and... chocolate.
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Are you trying to make me kiss you?! Oh—-
[ oops… ]
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[ baein blinks at him, lips parting in surprise, though it somehow also doesn't feel all that surprising in the grand scale of things. and then his expression softens, gentle and open as he studies the fox. ]
You want to kiss me?
[ the tips of his ears are almost burning, but he chooses to ignore it. ]
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[ which is to say yes. ]
You’re bright and glowy and the forest loves you and you smell nice and you’re warm and you——
[ he looks into his tea suspiciously. Did he put something weird in this?]
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besides being low key confessed to, he supposes. ]
I'm really not all of those things, but... I try to be. It makes me really happy you think I am.
[ baein clears his throat as he takes another sip of tea, though he's smiling again. ]
You're cute, and so incredibly kind. More than what I deserve, probably.
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[ baein bumps his shoulder into the fox's gently. ]
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[ he leans a little into the bumping. ]
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Thank you.
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For what? Being honest? You don’t have to than me for telling the truth.
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Yes, but you didn't have to tell me anything. And yet you did...
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[ he frowns, ears falling… ]
I’ve been alone a really long time so I’m not…always good at…this. But I like it here with you. It’s quiet and warm…
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when they're securely out of the way, baein simply turns around and faces the other, reaching out to take his hands, squeezing them gently. ]
I'll always want you around. It's weird thinking of otherwise at this point.
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Oh…
Stupid butterflies. Go away. You’re not needed here! ]
You’re doing it again…
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Doing what, exactly? Caring for you? Because I do. And I won't lie and say I don't enjoy being... ah, taken care of. I know I'm a little... odd? Sometimes?
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It’s a soft, warm shushing. ]
You’re you. There’s nothing odd about you. You’re unique and that’s special. And I’m going to take care of you if I can.
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Ah— you beat me to it!
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