#replies;wei

“Well, I suppose I never really new hunger until I met you, sweet famine. Not for the sustenance you made me lack, but what you stole from me”. 

For far too long Wei had searched on every whisper of the woman. Any slight inclination that she had been seen, or any scent of her sweet perfume on the breeze... and he’d hunted her like a hound. Still, even with his determination, fruitless, until now. The shadow creature had hunted every monster, demon and ghost on this half of the globe in search for this witch. Looking for any shred of evidence to her whereabouts, so he could take back what she’d ripped from him, and deliver a little sweet vengeance with it. For far too long he had wandered, incomplete, because of the thrashing rage of a woman. Well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and all, he should have known. 

“Hello, Gia-” Wei coos softly as his long form materialises from the shadows behind the woman. One hand slung, carefree, in the pocket of his slacks as he gazes back at his ex-lover with a small, lopsided smile. He had been searching for her for a very long time, but something told him she may have known his whereabouts all along - after all, she does hold his heart. Quite literally. 

With a glance up at the building, Wei Xiu is unsure at what he is looking at. His dark eyes slowly glance across windows and brickwork, before down to a secured door and along neatly trimmed hedges. The place felt, odd, yet above everything he could sense there was something. Something lived at a different frequency and existed far from the norm of the mortals around them, even if by the sense of things the inhabitants of this building were all very, very old. 

“Humans, so strange-” the investigator mutters to himself with a small purse of plump lips, before putting one foot in front of the other and starts to head for the door. Instead of needing to press the buzzer and state his reason for visiting to be allowed entry, Wei simply passes through the door, and his eyes are quickly taking in the homely exterior. Like a kitschy hotels meets hospital cleanliness. Though the sensation of something supernatural here was stronger now, so long legs take him across plush flowery carpet, deeper into the nursing home as he casts a glance over the busy reception area and evades their attention for a moment.  

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. - ft adam & wei (accepting)

[ SCAR ]:  noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

With a soft, lightly huffed chuckle, Wei stills the shirt in his hands from slipping any higher up his back, as he feels the brushing fingers of the man stood behind him. Those gentle digits tracing the path of the scar across his pale skin, sat just under his shoulder blade, where his heart should be. The only proof he ever had one - the lasting slice of the knife that carved it out of him.

With a small, tilt of his head, elevating the tension from his neck, Wei lets his eyes close as he feels the soft brush of lips across that ugly, marred skin with it's jagged lines and eventually feels the tension from his shoulders that he had not even realised he was holding, ebb away. As they drop, and he feels Adam's head lift, the shifter again lets that noise of mirth rumble past his lips, and with a small shake of his head slips the shirt up and starts to button it.

"Careful" he murmurs back, head turning so his chin rests on his shoulder, though his eyes don't glance back. All the while fingers steadily doing up small shirt buttons. "-the others might accuse you of favouritism" he teases, because Wei was after all an employee. Of course, an incredibly difficult, unpredictable one. Yet if he was going to do what he was told, it would only be for Adam.

“Intimidating?” Wei replies, chin lifted gently by the other’s fingers, their eyes locking as no real reaction reads over normally stoic features. “No, my dear fellow. I like this shirt, I would hate to get it dirty” he hums, eyebrow lightly arching as if to insinuate with his words their fight, for surely there would be a fight, was going to end with injury.