"Shhh," Sam hushes his soft cries whilst combing a hand through his soft brown strands repeatedly. "You're alright now."
Except he's not. Sam was all he had and Nate lost him. He lost everything.
Not for the first time, Sully wondered why he'd ever agreed to turn his home and his life into a makeshift daycare for young offenders. He really was out of his goddamn mind.
Or, Sully finally meets Nate's brother.
The consequences of taking Nate in off the streets of Cartagena didn't entirely sink in until Sully got back home with a fifteen-year-old would-be thief in tow.
Sam never factored in that Nathan might have a wife.
And then he met Elena, in a dingy room in a Madagascar motel, and she had barely spared him a glance. For which he was very thankful, actually, because he’d seen such a furious fire in her eyes when they briefly met his that he worried he was about to be punched in the jaw.
It would have been an extremely valid punch in the jaw. His sins were really piling up.
“Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.”
“I think so,” Sizhui says.
“To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says.
“Yes,” Sizhui says.
“So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.”
Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them.
(Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.)
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22 Jan 2022