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Yuchan’s hair splays out around her head in a halo, dark and shining with the sunny dew of morning. Pointed ears hold her hair back from her face, but also carry the drips of jewels, rubies and emeralds, any and all gems that mimic the deep riches of the forest, because if Yuchan had the choice, she would be there, always. Sehyoon is watching her as she rests. Her own fingertips are stroking gently through the choppy hair around Yuchan’s face, smoothing it down into the fabric of her dress. They’re matching today, and just thinking of it makes Sehyoon’s heart soar out of her chest with pride and adoration. The blue of her dress makes the perfect background to sleeping Yuchan’s pretty face, and the other’s golden skirts are flared out messily into the grass above her knees. Yuchan looks so relaxed, that Sehyoon is scared to disturb her. So when she begins braiding mayflowers into the threads of her hair, Sehyoon sings a soft song, hoping that the practiced trance of her voice will keep Yuchan snuggled in sleep.
“As I walk'd thro' the meadows
To take the fresh air,
The flowers were blooming and gay
I heard a fair damsel so sweetly asinging
Her cheeks like the blossom in May.”
Yuchan doesn’t stir while Sehyoon sings, her voice crooning so softly and lovingly through the breeze of springtime, that even the lightest-footed of fairies would be able to drown her out. Yuchan’s lips part slightly as she settles further into the periwinkle of Sehyoon’s dress. Sehyoon has the distinct sensation of falling when she looks at Yuchan now, and so she breathes a soothing exhale into the air, fingers pausing for a moment so that she can look over the field they’re in.
“Said I, Pretty maiden, how came you here
In the meadows this morning so soon?
The maid she replied: For to gather some may,
For the trees they are all in full bloom.”
Sehyoon looks down from the magic of the sunrise to instead glance over the tanned flush of Yuchan’s face. She decides that, no matter how perfect, or how stunning the natural world can be, Yuchan will always rival every piece of it. She looks back to her task, weaving flowerheads together with familiar gestures and careful movements. A little bit of magic helps her along, and a few moments later, Sehyoon has finished the crown that sits atop Yuchan’s stilled head. She pulls her hands away, looks over her work, and continues her song with a smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips.
“Then I took this fair maid by the lilywhite hand;
On the green mossy bank we sat down;
And I placed a kiss on her sweet rosy lips,
While the small birds were singing around.”
Just as in the song, mayflowers are one of Yuchan’s favourites. She says it’s because they’re small, and they don’t get enough love from the other fairies — but Sehyoon thinks it’s because they’re vulnerable. Yuchan is vulnerable, too, even if she doesn’t like to say so. She has a vivacious personality, and a competitive streak. She doesn’t like to show her weaknesses (though Sehyoon wouldn’t consider them to be weaknesses at all). Sehyoon never forces her to be soft, especially not around the rest of their guild. But now, alone in the meadow with her, Sehyoon cannot describe how much she cherishes Yuchan’s vulnerability. She rests so peacefully against her thighs, shrouded by the glitter of her dress, wings folded away. For someone so flighty, she wouldn’t be able to run, not in this position. She’s protected only by Sehyoon’s dedicated presence. And Sehyoon doesn’t take that responsibility lightly. Her wings buzz lightly along the curve of her spine, poking out from the netting of her own blue corset as they flutter, a pure display of her deepest joy.
“And when we arose from the green mossy bank,
To the meadows we wander'd away;
I placed my love on a primrose bank
While I pick'd her a handful of may.”
Sehyoon trails off now, not finding any more need for her song, since Yuchan is still resting peacefully and her flower crown is finished. She taps her toes together lightly while leaning back against the tree they're settled beside. Sehyoon watches the clouds, and picks out elaborate shapes in them, one of her favourite hobbies. But today, they only hold one theme: Yuchan picking berries. Yuchan’s favourite butterfly. A cat running through the reeds — no doubt, away from Yuchan. So consumed by the celestial visions of her lover, Sehyoon barely notices real Yuchan beginning to stir in her lap, her wide eyes blinking open to reflect the blue of the sky and of Sehyoon’s dress. Sehyoon looks down, nearly startled, when Yuchan takes her hand in her own and laces their fingers, squeezing.
“Then early next morning I made her my bride,
That the world might have nothing to say …”
Yuchan’s voice rings out, clear and perfect into the clearing, as she sings into Sehyoon’s skin and continues the song she'd abandoned. Her lips trail from her fingers to her wrist, and then when she reaches her pulse point, leaving berry-prints of kisses over her heartbeat, Yuchan finishes the tune.
“The bells they did ring and the birds they did sing,
And I crown'd her the sweet Queen of May.”
Sehyoon’s heart melts. Her lips wobble as they pull up into a genuine, blessed smile. She feels like the luckiest little fairy in the entire world. She squeezes her hand into Yuchan’s, meeting her eyes for what feels like a forever, perfect moment. Yuchan breaks the last pieces of Sehyoon’s thoughts away by reaching up to coax her forward, and pulling her down into a passionate kiss. Their lips meet, and Sehyoon forgets about everything else but Yuchan. The mayflower crown shifts atop Yuchan’s head, and when she laughs, crawling into Sehyoon’s lap to press her teasingly down into the grass, Sehyoon’s head spins. The gold and blue of their dresses drip together, and when Yuchan breathes out three simple words into Sehyoon’s lips, she has never wanted to be anywhere else.