“...Ah...um...I’m not doing it on purpose, I promise.” She’s UNUSED to suddenly being the bottom of the class - especially because she used to depend on doing her cousins’ homework for her spendthrift habits. Offers a sheepish smile - “It was the SAME at home with the horsehead fiddle...Maybe I just don’t have much musical talent?” A shame, as her flower demon attendants frequently told her - how could a duchess have SUCH LITTLE musical talent, especially when she had a knack for such an eclectic array of other things that she ought not know at all? “Is this a bad place to practice?” Stops the vibrating strings mid-pluck of the guqin. “I...I can go elsewhere...”

grown or not...he is going to bury sizhui in rabbits. best to lay there and just let it happen. the rabbits will ensure that birthday wishes come true.

Sizhui was of a mind no matter how old he became or go. No matter if he went from being older brother or father figure he would always look up to Lan Wangji as his baba. He knew immediately where they were going when they went along the rounding path that led to the bunnies. Sizhui loved the bunnies as well and often would go out to feed them even when it was not his chore to do. 

They were in many ways siblings, he sat quietly among them and knew they would hop to him. He was a soft and peaceful sort when he had no reason to be rowdy. Then suddenly there was a flash back to his childhood. One bunny, two bunnies, three bunnie, four bunnies---he was being buried in bunnies again and while SIzhui was growing older there was no less delight and happiness to be among the soft fuzzy kin. 

“Baba” he managed to get out but did not maintain his regal posture giggles escaped him as he was buried. He knew there was no getting out of it. The many bunnies were warn, with twitchy whiskers and of course they bounced and nosed at him for attention, or food. “I made my wish.” he laughed.  He did it was a tradition He wished for many times with his baba, with the bunnies, with his family. For their happiness because his own was tied to it. 

@gusubun​ asked   :    💭 feng jiu + destiny / fate    -     send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic. (accepting)  

Fate is definitely an evolving concept for her - which makes sense as a very young god who’s just starting to get tossed around in it. I think in her earlier years her concept of fate wasn’t very strong - that is, she never thought about it actively. It was something that existed but that she didn’t worry about. She did what she wanted to do and cared about people she cared about and never questioned if destiny had a hand in it or if she was defying fate.

I think when she really started to think about fate was when it actively begins to mess with her life. She wants to do something and through some twist of events even though she tries her best every time it simply never works. She wants to meet someone and through some twist of events even though it’s all relatively simple to meet them, she never does. Things slot in too late or too weakly. Then suddenly she comes to an abrupt head with the concept of fate.

@gusubun​ asked   :    " not everything need be so complicated. "  /  for whoever youre feelin at the moment.   -   I FORGOT WHICH MEME THIS IS

no sharp shadows define what form she takes now,  only muddy,  blurry borders and indistinct wisps of purest light.  even so,  there is the image of wolves with lolling tongues,  of wet grass after rain and the colours of the sun at dawn.  no words are spoken and no shadows falter,  for now there is only she,  she in abundance.