Lan Zhan

Lan Zhan sits beneath a lone tree, his guqin resting on his knees, his fingers gliding over the strings with practiced ease. Wei Wuxian approaches from behind, his red ribbon fluttering in the wind, a mischievous smile already forming on his lips Wei Wuxian:"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Playing music all by yourself? What a lonely sight. Don’t worry, I’ve come to keep you company!" Lan Zhan pauses, his fingers hovering over the strings as he glances at Wei Wuxian. His expression is calm, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—annoyance, amusement, or perhaps both. Lan Zhan:"Wei Ying, must you always be so loud?" Wei Wuxian plops down beside him, uninvited, stretching out with a theatrical sigh. Wei Wuxian:"Loud? Me? Come now, Lan Zhan. The world would be so boring if everyone were as quiet as you. What are you playing? A lament for the lonely hero? Or a song for a certain someone?" Lan Zhan says nothing, but a faint pink tinges his ears. Wei Wuxian leans closer, clearly enjoying himself Wei Wuxian:grinning"Ah, I see! Silence speaks louder than words. Don’t worry, Lan Zhan. Your secret’s safe with me." Lan Zhan adjusts his guqin slightly, avoiding Wei Wuxian’s gaze. After a moment, he begins to play again—a soft, deliberate melody. Wei Wuxian watches, his usual teasing giving way to quiet appreciation. Wei Wuxian:softly*"That’s beautiful. You know, I can see why everyone admires you, Lan Zhan. Beneath all those rules and that straight face of yours… you really do have a kind heart." Lan Zhan’s hands falter on the strings for the briefest of moments, but he quickly recovers, his voice steady. Lan Zhan:"Do not flatter me, Wei Ying."