[ quite a lot. baein has found himself spending most of his time in the garden. even the time he's napping, which means he's rarely in his room in the house. it feels... a little too lonely and confining to stay in there, so the greenhouse is the next best thing.
as it is, he's fallen asleep in one of the big comfy lawn chairs he's gotten into the place, a book in his lap and everything. it's set in the shadows, outside the faint daylight that slips through the panels of the roof. ]
[ Lennon finds Baein eventually and when he notices him napping he smiles a little and tries not to disturb him at least. He settles nearby, exhaling and trying to settle the rising anxiety at facing him again.
While the other is resting he'll just sit there, crossing his legs and opening the sketchbook and get lost in sketching Baein looking particularly adorable. ]
[ baein is a deep sleeper, even more so as a vampire it seems, as it's a way to pass time when he finds himself unable to find things to do. thankfully, rearing flowers and plants is ever as entertaining and rewarding as it was before he was turned, and reading is something he's always loved too.
he also finds that if he sleeps more, he gets less hungry, and can last for longer between feeding from someone. though it's a thing he discovered just recently.
it takes another half hour before he stirs and yawns and rubs at his eyes before he blinks and turns to lennon, having already sensed the heartbeat of someone living. ]
[ Lennon had done a few sketches of Baein in the time the other had been asleep, his face, his hands, a bare bones one of the entire scene before him. He smiles a little and self-consciously closes the sketchbook despite the fact that he's here to show him some of his work. ]
[ Lennon shakes his head and his fingers push through his hair and for once he isn't covering up his sable ears with a beanie. One of them flicks a little as he drops his hand down. ]
No...I mean, remember I told you I'd show you some of my art? I brought my sketchbook to show you.
[ Lennon inhales a little and he's nervous to show the sketches but he decides to show Baein the sketches he'd just done of him, flipping the sketchbook over and nudging it with the page that had simple sketches on it.
There's affection in it because Lennon can't seem to keep his feelings out of his art which is why he hates sharing it but hopefully it's not too obvious. ]
Yeah... I hope you don't mind... You just looked really cute while you were sleeping.
[ Lennon feels a little flustered, just because he's not used to getting compliments on his art -- because he doesn't show it to anyone, aside from the work he had done for school. ]
[ baein's eyes widen and he ducks his head, rubs at his neck. his ears are faintly pink, though it might just be the reflection from his pale pink hair. ]
... thank you. That's really flattering of you, to draw me.
[ Lennon peers at him and he's a bit lost on what he should say now and he just murmurs another thank you. Maybe... he'll do a painting later of how Baein looks right now, capture the way he makes Lennon's heartbeat pick up some. ]
I'm sure lots of people have before... you know being a prince and all.
[ Lennon watches Baein and he feels a little shy and he only meets his eyes for a moment before looking down -- maybe a dusting of pink on his cheeks. ]
[ Lennon would have been ready to argue with him but the other ends up just thanking him. He reaches out, hesitant unsure if his touch is really all that welcome but he brushes his fingers over the other's hair. ]
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as it is, he's fallen asleep in one of the big comfy lawn chairs he's gotten into the place, a book in his lap and everything. it's set in the shadows, outside the faint daylight that slips through the panels of the roof. ]
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While the other is resting he'll just sit there, crossing his legs and opening the sketchbook and get lost in sketching Baein looking particularly adorable. ]
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he also finds that if he sleeps more, he gets less hungry, and can last for longer between feeding from someone. though it's a thing he discovered just recently.
it takes another half hour before he stirs and yawns and rubs at his eyes before he blinks and turns to lennon, having already sensed the heartbeat of someone living. ]
Ah... Lennon.
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Hey. Did you sleep good?
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Mm... yes. Do you need anything?
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No...I mean, remember I told you I'd show you some of my art? I brought my sketchbook to show you.
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Ah! You did, yes... I would love to see.
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There's affection in it because Lennon can't seem to keep his feelings out of his art which is why he hates sharing it but hopefully it's not too obvious. ]
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These are beautiful...
[ the words are breathed softly, a little in awe. ]
You drew those... just now?
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[ Lennon feels a little flustered, just because he's not used to getting compliments on his art -- because he doesn't show it to anyone, aside from the work he had done for school. ]
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... thank you. That's really flattering of you, to draw me.
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I'm sure lots of people have before... you know being a prince and all.
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[ baein looks down, bringing one hand up to rub at the back of his neck. ]
But not like this. It was always impersonal, ordered by my parents, getting paid for something instead of... mm, just doing it because they wanted to.
[ he looks up again, a small smile on his lips. ]
This is different.
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You can keep them. If you want them?
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Are... are you sure? You don't want to keep them? They're so well drawn, they're beautiful...
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I have...more...
[ He admits sheepishly. ]
And they're only beautiful because you are and I would be blind not to see it.
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I'm no—
[ ducking his head baein bites back a protest, and instead his voice lowers, shy. ]
Thank you...
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Thank you for not thinking it's weird I drew you.
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[ baein ducks his head but definitely doesn't move away from the touch. if he had blood in him, he'd flush darker. ]
No one's drawn me like that before.
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I can draw you again sometime. Or paint you.
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... only if you want to.
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