possession is the motivation

gotta love the lie. zhang wei.

[pcmbertons]

vcleriies:

   watching the girl’s anger seemingly melt away as the professor spoke to her, laced with what he’s sure is fucking magic and he sighs. there goes his fun, then; he’s pulling his legs up under him in some sort of criss-cross perched carefully atop the desk, and watching the professor lead her out, disappointment causing him to huff quietly. she was fun, all boiling anxiety over what her parents would say and her grades, a special kind of high-functioning self destructive that would never stop being amusing to break. 

  ciaran’s mostly upset that he didn’t get the chance to see what happens when the smoke bombs were set up, and when he watched the other – fae, maybe, he could feel the hum of magic, – waiting to see what would happen. instead of answering, ciaran glanced at the pile closest to the professor’s keyboard and nudged forward with magic to scatter it all over his main workspace in answer.

  the man knows where he is, and if he’s right about the spells he’s used (which he might not be, seeing as the spell is much older than him and it’s been years since he’s used much more than the odd bladder-be-full boredom spell on a randoms) then ciaran’s not going anywhere any time soon – so he lifts the cup and sucks at the iced macciato. he’s invisible for shits and giggles at this point, maybe.

  “bossy.”  ciaran observes, his voice quiet and nonchalant, even though he had a damn right to be; he likes ruffling feathers even if it’s for a split second. he eyes the professor, unsure if he’s impressed or not. curious, most definitely; he has a feeling he OUGHT to be impressed with the ease of magic & the fact that ciaran is, for lack of a better plan, trapped until the other man becomes bored with him. he glances around for clues about the person’s identity, making that loud & unfavorable noise of straw-against-ice once more.

a psychology teacher, probably, with the books piled around the office; academics were boring, and ciaran had never had the head for sciences, even when science was barely understood in comparison to the modern day.  there’s not much else he can do from his perch, so he sets down the cup of ice and crosses his arms, resisting the urge to give in and banter. he’s not necessarily outright BORED, just… playing. 

                    so a fae, then, he decides, judging by how the other person in the room simply scattered a pile of glitter all over his main workspace. amusing, but it won’t be when wei’s going to have to take it out. perhaps he could just magic it out, but he isn’t sure how he’ll manage that, in all honesty. he heads further into his office, placing his bag one of the empty sofas, before taking a seat next, making himself comfortable.

                     there hasn’t been much sound, so wei’s assuming that the other fae hasn’t moved. it’s only moments after this thought that they pick up their drink and slurp on it, noisily. they finally speak, and wei is pleased to confirm that it is indeed a male who’s made himself at home in his office. his eyes narrow in irritation as the fae, very, very likely to be an unseelie, continues to be noisy. 

                     the now empty cup’s placed back down, and wei leans back, observing the area where he assumes the fae’s sitting. “considering it’s my office, i can be, don’t you think?” he asks, leaning back on the sofa. 

[pcmbertons]

                    there’s a specific kind of day that warrants day drinking outside of the comfort of his own house, and somehow, wei thinks today might be a good contender. the worst classes, with the worst possible students, and the most ridiculous papers to grade. he knew what he’d signed up for, as a psychology professor, but he didn’t expect students to think of him as their therapist. even if he is more than qualified. he takes a seat at the bar counter, and gestures for a whiskey. “god, i needed that,” he says to himself, rubbing his face tiredly.

[pcmbertons]

vcleriies:

he wondered why he had never played around in the university before; these kids were all stressed and in desperate need of someone to get their mind off of things. they made for perfect entertainment, and already he had quietly seen to a fight in the library, a stolen laptop, the dissolution of two relationships, someone dropping and the destruction of eight hundred dollars worth of textbooks. it wasn’t much, but he delighted in these small moments of chaos and personal crisis.   at the moment he was sitting atop some random teacher’s desk, a student wandering around the open space muttering about failing psych class as he left behind little piles of glitter atop everything the professor owned and struggled to open the packet ciaran had KINDLY provided, in which there were three smoke bombs that would permiate the office with the smell of skunk for weeks. this is when the door opened and the student froze, his eyes darting, panicked, at ciaran, who set down the iced coffee he had been sucking on and promptly vanished in place, fighting back laughter.

                    wei isn’t a stranger to panicking students, begging for extensions. although those days were long since gone since he’d given up teaching law, and started on psychology instead. instead, he’s faced with some of the most ridiculous answers he’s ever read in his life, no doubt, notions that they’ve derived from introspection, rather than facts from the source material. thank you, internet. there’s a pained sigh as he enters his office, to see two figures, which immediately turns to one as the figure, a male, if he isn’t mistaken, who was sitting atop his books suddenly vanishes. a fae, then. unseelie, most likely.

                    reigning in his urge to snap, he focuses on the human, and looks kindly at her. “judith,” he says, placatingly, “now i know you’re upset, but immaturity isn’t something i’d expected out of one of my best, you know,” he says, and sure, it’s a lie, but it’s what she needs to hear right now. he’d expected exactly this. he’s only surprised it wasn’t sooner. “i know you’re upset, but i want you to calm down, and––” he stops talking abruptly as he mutters a quick obedience spell, before he speaks, his voice back to normal, and slightly exasperated, as he guides her packet out. “go study for the test again. use the damned source material. do not deviate,” with a quick mutter, he ends the spell as he smiles at her again, “so i’ll see you for the retest then, miss kelly?” the confused girl nods and heads in the opposite direction to the exit, and wei closes the door, not bothering to correct her.

                    there’s a moment where he wonders what to do, and in a fit of impulse, an old spell from his mother’s books, he’s sealed the room from supernatural entities from entering or exiting. it does occur to him that he’s trapped with the fae, but he’s confident he can handle them. he finally takes inventory of the room and chuckles as he spies small hills of glitter on every other pile of books. “a cute trick,” he says to the seemingly empty room. “but you need to be a little faster,” he points out. “and you can show yourself now, since there’s no need to hide anymore,”

[pcmbertons]

i could’ve sworn that was godfrey gao, but it was just zhang wei. apparently he’s is a 33/472 year old unseelie fae. they’re mated with herman tømmeraas and they whisper about them being polished, && resourceful, but also deceptive && provocative. they’re a psychology professor at oberlin university and are known as the chameleon. 

hey hey! it’s me, des! under the cut is some info about my boy wei! if you see anything you think can work as a plot, please feel free to hit me up!! 

okay, so first off! since he’s chinese, you’d be calling him ‘wei’ instead of ‘zhang’, since ‘zhang’ is his last name. so when you refer to him, use ‘wei’ instead of ‘zhang’, okay?

cool! now that that’s gone and out of the way!! 

the longer version, ( 500 words ) can be found here!

born in the ming dynasty

became a peon at the royal palace & learned human manipulation tactics under one of the finest manipulators of china. 

after a few years, he left china and travelled across the world, learning from various famous and discreet political figures. 

he’s travelled the world under different names and aliases, and each time, he would pretend to be someone or something else. he’s been a tailor, a painter, a writer, a scholar, etc, etc. 

he likes the finer things in life, be it designer clothes, meals at fancy restaurants or an expensive car. over the years, he’s gotten a lot of money, and he plans on spending it on himself and his lifemate when he finds them.

he’s had a lot of lovers in his life, but for the past eighty or so years, he’s felt restless, and he’s been unable to settle in a single place for longer than five years. 

he’s only been in shadow falls for a few weeks right now, but it already feels more comfortable to him than any other place has, for the last eighty years. he doesn’t want to hope it’s his life mate, because he doesn’t want to believe that he can get as lucky. life and lore have taught him that unseelie don’t get happy endings. 

[housedemarr]

Godfrey Gao for Nuyou Malaysia - Feb 2017