“You don’t have to.”, Host replied softly, hands on her cheeks as he returned the kiss. He moved his hands to her waist, gently moving his hands beneath her shirt and caress her skin.
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She blushes lightly, biting her lip. “Would you mind if I did?” -🍁
“The Host wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”, Host replied and chuckled softly. He really wouldn’t mind all too much.
I kinda wanna ride Host’s face… -🍁 (if this one isn’t taken)
The Host was startled by the words, a light blush covering his cheeks.
“The Host supposes he is quite skilled with his tongue.”, he said softly, smiling a little.
He quickly set up a small, temporary cage in the flowerbed. It was a large plastic bin flipped upside down and staked into the dirt. He stabbed holes in it, placing some water and fruit in before sealing the largest with laminent.
He watched curiously, having no idea what he was doing. Trapping flowers under a thing, and making holes into it. He guessed he would be trapped in there then.
It only took about 40 minutes to walk home, humming and thinking about what he would have to do. If he got a dish cage he could fill it with soil and water. Keep it in the sun. The main issue was the collar. He unlocked his door, shivering slightly from the sudden change to hot to cold. Pulling out the jar, he placed his hand over the top. “I’m not going to hurt you. This is to keep you warm for right now.”
He was blinded for a few seconds when there was suddenly light again, looking around once he was pulled out completely. He looked up to the other when he put the hand over the jar, and nodded slowly. He had no idea why he was doing that to keep him warm, but he trusted him.
He smiled as the other flew in, gently screwing the lip closed. He placed it gently in his bag, standing up and walking out of the small meadow. His smile dropped slightly as he realized he would have to buy a cage and get a collar made for the fae. He hated the idea of it, but the nameless fairy would have to have it if he didn’t want to be sold and killed.
He was a little scared when he was put into the bag, unable to see anything anymore. He had no idea how anything worked like. He would guess that he was meant to live in nature, because he felt the need to take care of flowers, but being alone and not having anyone to teach him anything, he figured it was better to go with a human. They seemed nice after all!
Good question. Yali pulled out his knife, poking small holes in the lid. “There we go!”
He watched curiously, and was pretty much satisfied with what he did. He jumped off the jar and hovered in the air, letting Yali turn the jar around again. He landed inside the jar then, just big enough to fit his wings comfortably.
He smiled softly, humming. “Can you get in the jar please?” It would be the safest way to get him from point a to b.
“Will I suffocate?”, he asked, looking down at the glass he stood on. He needed air, and he didn’t want to be in the jar for too long.
That was sad. And dangerous. The other would die if he left him alone. “Would you like to come home with me? I can provide food, water, even a flowerbed.”
“Okay!”, he happily agreed, not knowing any better. He was just a few weeks old at most after all, he didn’t even have a fake name. But he knew not to tell his real name, he felt the power connected to it, and so he would treasure it forever.
/okay
/ glad u understand
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