[ pressing his thumb to the shallow cut, wenzhou leans his hip into the counter near the sink, just - watching. taking in the micro expressions and reactions and delays that make up fei du in this moment. his instincts have carried him a long way, and he's good at observing people. it's gotten him a long way as a cop.
but fei du is an enigma. he wants to peel back every single layer, no matter how thin or ironclad, just to understand how the fuck his brain works. ]
A little blood shed to help people doesn't bother me. [ it's not that he likes it, it's just that he doesn't really notice it all that much. and it applies to this situation in some ways, too, where he tries to take care of this lost dhampir turned vampire elite who's punishing himself for... something. something he's on the cusp of.
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but fei du is an enigma. he wants to peel back every single layer, no matter how thin or ironclad, just to understand how the fuck his brain works. ]
A little blood shed to help people doesn't bother me. [ it's not that he likes it, it's just that he doesn't really notice it all that much. and it applies to this situation in some ways, too, where he tries to take care of this lost dhampir turned vampire elite who's punishing himself for... something. something he's on the cusp of.
but just how much deeper does it go? ]