Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, wasn’t that what the humans said? It felt relevant to the situation he found himself in currently, being bound to a man he’d never met with obscure, unknown magic by the ever-secretive Conclave. Of course it had ulterior motives for shoving people together like this, but then again, that was only to be expected of a government run by shadowhunters, and he didn’t regret his decision to volunteer because Dean, his partner, was nothing short of a blessing.
Dean was... well, he was a talented hunter, that much was apparent; unskilled nephilim tended to die young, so his age meant he was either very smart or very lucky. Bao suspected the former was more likely. He acted so sure of himself all the time, like nothing in the world could touch him, giving off a strong air of don’t fuck with me. He was an intimidating man with a startling growl for a voice, which still startled him,, but was somehow a comfort. Under the rough exterior, he was kind and compassionate.
Even though Bao was having the time of his life studying the realm, it was a lonely, solitary existence, and the lack of a familial bond became heavier as time passed. He didn’t miss the screaming, dictation, or the emotional unavailability that came with it, but living in a whole separate world was oddly disheartening. Dean’s presence helped alleviate some weight, and he liked to think the benefit was mutual. Bao felt safe beside him, which made no sense because he was easily twice the man’s age. Yet here he was at the cafe down the street from his apartment with a fresh coffee steaming by his elbow, lighting up like a Christmas tree just from sitting across the table from him. He blamed it on the caffeine, though he had yet to drink anything.
Clearing his throat and trying to speak in a lower tone, Bao blinked warmly at his partner. “So, how have you been since our last visit? Kill any demons?”
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