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[verynormalturnipseller]

[There's a brief delay before he lets himself in. He doesn't want to come over entirely to force a difficult conversation on Angel. To gentle the experience a little, he enters with one of his food delivery baskets, but he didn't want to wait long enough to divert to the kitchen. He's just got a pot of tea and cups.]

So, were... your other shoes alright?

[What a sentence. But Wen Ning was four different people in a week. He can't imagine Angel got off that much more easily.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's touching up his makeup, turning in his seat to smirk fondly at the basket. Of course he brought something. He's really too good. How he managed not to turn Angel's life around and avoid Hell is a mystery.]

Got ta be some kinda assassin spy lady. Too bad ya missed that one, I was cute as fuck. You?

[verynormalturnipseller]

That does sound good.

[He crumbles rock sugar into Angel's cup and pours the tea over. It smells like a sweet campfire. Any other time he'd have pestered Angel for a preference, but he's still rattled, so he grabbed his own favorite for once, heavy, dark smoked tea that sneaks into the air.]

I got one fun one, too. I was a vampire.

[He admits to Angel what he felt like he couldn't to Godric, certainly not Astarion.]

Being a vampire is so... easy!

[He was completely right to envy them this whole time.]

[harderdaddy]

[It's not the answer Angel would expect, and it draws a surprised snicker.]

Easy, huh? Mmm, too bad I missed that one. Ya know I like bein' bit.
What was like?

[verynormalturnipseller]

I'll bite you any time you like.

[He doesn't want to crowd Angel or tug him off the stool at his vanity, but he does want cuddling. Wen Ning's solution is to sit down beside the chair and lean his head against Angel's knee, nursing his own cup of tea.]

It was partly just... I wasn't made from demonic cultivation, so things didn't get so bad for my family. The rumors weren't good, but they were different. Besides that, well, vampires heal fast, and they know what they are.

[harderdaddy]

I'd bite ya back if I wouldn't make a mess. [He doesn't want to add to Wen Ning's never healing wounds, which means taking a lot more care to be gentle than Angel might typically care to do. He carefully strokes his fingers through that pretty hair with a fond smile.]

I didn't....fully 'preciate how shit it was for you 'til I lived it. [Which is hard to admit.] Is that your deal? When you graduate your brat?

[verynormalturnipseller]

[He's not sure how much of it Angel had the unlucky chance to mirror.]

My deal is to bring what's left of my family back--my real family.

[He's fairly certain Angel did get his hostage situation of a childhood, at least. The main branch Wen don't count.]

Somewhere far enough away that they won't get drawn into any more clan politics. But I can't go back to them, if I'm still... this. I'd just draw attention.

[harderdaddy]

[His gaze softens in understanding, and it's clear he lived enough to know why that would be his deal. And why he thinks he can't go back. He strokes along Wen Ning's cheek with a soft frown.]

Ya deserve ta be a warden, selfless deal like that. No wonder he picked ya....You deserved better, ya know that, don'tcha?

[verynormalturnipseller]

It... wasn't fair to do to a child.

[That's as close as he'll come. He made it very easy to treat him that way! But when he was six it was a bit much. And if Angel has even faint memories of the same thing...

He twists and rests one hand and his chin on Angel's knee to look up at him with puppy eyes.]

I hope you didn't... die as badly.

[They both know it's no fun being impaled, but he hopes Angel doesn't also now know what it's like to walk around like that for years.]

[harderdaddy]

[It's at least a struggle Angel could identify with even before living it out himself. Neither of them had fair starts, but admitting it is strangely hard.

Fixed with such a sweet look, Angel smiles to try and soothe it, gently pushing his hair back from his face.]

It was-...[Well, it hadn't been good, but the demon shrugs- answer enough really.] I hope Nicky weren't as much of an idiot as me, neither.

[verynormalturnipseller]

[He leans into Angel's hand, letting himself accept the soothing he asked for. It takes resolve.]

He... wasn't very different from me. Not talented enough to be any good at that life or do anything to change it.

[And no necromancer came to sew up the hole in his chest once it was put there. Someone else's discarded puppet in every life.]

I'm glad I saw your city?

[harderdaddy]

Eh, ain't like I found a way out neither. Not a good one anyways.

[It's not much of a comfort, but it's something, and Angel offers a soft smile.]

Neither a us was dealt a good hand when we was alive, huh?

[verynormalturnipseller]

[He almost just says something philosophical about the barge or people in general, but that'd be cowardly right now.]

That's why we don't usually talk about much besides what's in front of us, isn't it? We're a lot alike. But...

[He gives Angel's knee a little squeeze.]

But I want to know you, not just the easy parts.