( Wei Wuxian is too, but he'd been in another part, listening to the silence, and frowning at it. When he starts to play on Chenqing, it's a questioning sort of song, bereft of power; so far when he's tried, nothing has responded, other than a plant or two stirring in interest at one point.
He's kept a more somber, lovely melody in mind while the words he scrounged up from the smutty novel play through his head, a rather racy tale that brushes up against several taboo sort of concepts. Wei Wuxian's fairly sure that even in the more wild renditions of all the things he didn't do as Yiling Patriarch, these would have been new: sure, accusations of seducing Lan Wangji away from the righteous path, but no accusations of falling into hopeless love with Lan Qiren (hah-hah) or Jiang Fengmian. There's enough drama and trauma in this he can play to, and so:
Shen Qingqiu is treated to a very beautiful, unsung rendition of Resentment, as composed by his younger brother Wei Wuxian, who briefly smiles even as he's playing and winks at the man when in the same vicinity. )
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He's kept a more somber, lovely melody in mind while the words he scrounged up from the smutty novel play through his head, a rather racy tale that brushes up against several taboo sort of concepts. Wei Wuxian's fairly sure that even in the more wild renditions of all the things he didn't do as Yiling Patriarch, these would have been new: sure, accusations of seducing Lan Wangji away from the righteous path, but no accusations of falling into hopeless love with Lan Qiren (hah-hah) or Jiang Fengmian. There's enough drama and trauma in this he can play to, and so:
Shen Qingqiu is treated to a very beautiful, unsung rendition of Resentment, as composed by
his younger brotherWei Wuxian, who briefly smiles even as he's playing and winks at the man when in the same vicinity. )