windlion

Guardian snippet from a longer fic I am not sure if I will get around to writing-- this is mostly because I was complaining to Flidget, "WHY HAS NO ONE GIVEN ME SHEN WEI DOING FORMS?!" I guess I'll have to do it myself! :D

As a professor, even as a scientist, it was reasonable that Shen Wei would take care of his health. Stepping away to the gym for an hour or two was not to be unexpected, and would likely even be encouraged. So it would not be out of character if he left the lab with that explanation.

He repeated this to himself as he walked across the campus, even as he hoped that no one had the chance to see the note he’d left at the door, conscientiously turning the lights off in his wake. There was little risk of the grad students coming back; he’d turned them out to sleep with firm orders not to return before eight a.m. at the earliest. However, he knew there were more eyes on him and the university than he’d like.

And some of those may report back to the SID.
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“Why didn’t you say that you have the skill to transform earlier?”

“It’s …” Shen Wei’s hand twitched, and he forcibly stilled himself, breathing carefully. "It’s not my skill; it’s a gift.“ He paused, long enough that (Kunlun) wondered if that was all he had to say on the subject, until he finished quietly, "I would not use it selfishly.”

(Kunlun) arched his brows, but Shen Wei held his lips firmly pressed together. "If it’s a gift, then isn’t a shame not to use it?“


(Auuuuuuuugh I need a name for this incarnation of Kunlun. Possibly something referencing foothills. A second river. An unexpected spring. Anything.)