Among the Lotus
Oct. 8th, 2020 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alongfallfromgraceThe lotus, when they bloom, are magnificent.
The soft pink petals rise above a lush field of green, the flowers as lovely as anything seen in Yunmeng. Wei Wuxian takes to spending more of his time in the courtyard rather than in his cave, painting talismans in the filtered sunlight. The heady fragrance drowns out the decay of the grounds around them - if Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, he could almost imagine he was back in Yunmeng.
Almost.
"Xian-ge-ge!" Wei Wuxian rocks with the sudden impact of a-Yuan's small body as the child flings himself against his side, and leans back to avoid the grass butterfly thrust into his face. "Young Master Butterfly wants more lotus seeds!"
"O-ooh, I see, come here." Wei Wuxian corrals the child up into his lap, ducking another swooping loop of the butterfly. "Aiya, have some mercy, a-Yuan." He huffs, stealing the butterfly with a quick flick of his fingers, replacing it with a snapped-off green lotus head. He tucks the butterfly's stick into a fold of his robe to keep it safe and out of the way before starting the process of plucking out seeds.
"Did you eat the lunch your aunties made you?" He asks, waiting for the enthusiastic nod before he starts peeling. "And what have you been up to today?"
As the child rambles about the adventure of his day, Wei Wuxian feeds him lotus seeds, a reward for such peaceful ramblings.
It isn't a fair trade for a-Yuan. He is of age that if he was part of one of the great clans, he would have started training by now. If the world was more fair, he should have dreams bigger than eating his fill. If he was less greedy, he would beg Lan Zhan to find a hiding place for the child, someone to claim him amongst their ranks. The Yunmeng Cheng clan is still too small to have an unexplained child amongst them, but... surely this world has room enough.
Still. He cannot quite bring himself to give this up. Not quite yet.
A small hand tries to shove a shelled lotus seed into his mouth, and he nips at it, eliciting a storm of childish giggles.
Maybe tomorrow. He'll keep this small slice of lotus-scented happiness for himself today.
The soft pink petals rise above a lush field of green, the flowers as lovely as anything seen in Yunmeng. Wei Wuxian takes to spending more of his time in the courtyard rather than in his cave, painting talismans in the filtered sunlight. The heady fragrance drowns out the decay of the grounds around them - if Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, he could almost imagine he was back in Yunmeng.
Almost.
"Xian-ge-ge!" Wei Wuxian rocks with the sudden impact of a-Yuan's small body as the child flings himself against his side, and leans back to avoid the grass butterfly thrust into his face. "Young Master Butterfly wants more lotus seeds!"
"O-ooh, I see, come here." Wei Wuxian corrals the child up into his lap, ducking another swooping loop of the butterfly. "Aiya, have some mercy, a-Yuan." He huffs, stealing the butterfly with a quick flick of his fingers, replacing it with a snapped-off green lotus head. He tucks the butterfly's stick into a fold of his robe to keep it safe and out of the way before starting the process of plucking out seeds.
"Did you eat the lunch your aunties made you?" He asks, waiting for the enthusiastic nod before he starts peeling. "And what have you been up to today?"
As the child rambles about the adventure of his day, Wei Wuxian feeds him lotus seeds, a reward for such peaceful ramblings.
It isn't a fair trade for a-Yuan. He is of age that if he was part of one of the great clans, he would have started training by now. If the world was more fair, he should have dreams bigger than eating his fill. If he was less greedy, he would beg Lan Zhan to find a hiding place for the child, someone to claim him amongst their ranks. The Yunmeng Cheng clan is still too small to have an unexplained child amongst them, but... surely this world has room enough.
Still. He cannot quite bring himself to give this up. Not quite yet.
A small hand tries to shove a shelled lotus seed into his mouth, and he nips at it, eliciting a storm of childish giggles.
Maybe tomorrow. He'll keep this small slice of lotus-scented happiness for himself today.
