Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

| 十六 |

──❝Whispers in the Hall of Silence❞──

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In the Library Pavilion, a figure draped in solemnity occupied a solitary seat at a table, occasional sighs of ennui slipping past his lips as his gaze flickered toward the only other occupants in the room. Wei Wuxian toiled over the meticulous transcription of over ten pages of Rights, a task that left him feeling dizzy and lightheaded. On the contrary, Lan Wangji remained deeply engrossed in his writing, his calligraphy displaying an elegant precision, each stroke carrying profound intention and unwavering purpose. As [Y/n] traverses the library's expanse, a gentle fragrance of aged paper and the rich essence of leather-bound books and scrolls envelops her senses. Radiant beams of sunlight pour through tall windows, casting a comforting warmth upon the orderly rows of shelves and the intricate architectural details of the room. Her slender fingers trace along the spines with delicate grace, each one emitting an enticing call, an unspoken invitation to delve within.

At intervals, [Y/n] pauses to pluck a book from its resting place, her touch caressing its weathered cover with reverence. Softly murmuring the title as if sharing a clandestine secret with herself, she tenderly returns each volume to its designated slot. It's not precisely boredom that grips her; rather, it's a yearning to immerse herself in a book. Yet, her discomfort stems from the unbearable silence between the two figures—the exaggerated theatrics of Wei Wuxian juxtaposed against the stoic countenance of Lan Wangji. Sensing an opportunity, she meticulously picked a scroll, then cautiously positioned herself in close proximity to Lan Wangji, mindful of not disturbing his tranquility. Contrary to her expectations, Lan Wangji showed no signs of withdrawing from her presence. Taking a momentary glance away, she unraveled the scroll, immersing herself in its written contents.

Wei Wuxian absentmindedly spun his ink pen between his fingers, a mischievous gleam dancing in his eyes, belying his seemingly casual disposition. Tired of the monotony, he aimlessly sketched on a scrap of paper before abandoning the idle doodling, releasing a heavy sigh. The silence enveloped the room oppressively, burdening them both, save for Lan Wangji, seemingly impervious. Casting a fleeting glance at Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian subtly narrowed his eyes, noting [Y/n]'s proximity to him. Had a bond begun to form between them? He pondered the stark contrast in Lan Wangji's demeanor—icy and distant with him, yet seemingly different in [Y/n]'s presence. Although unconventional, keen observation revealed that Lan Wangji harbored no apparent discomfort with [Y/n] nearby, despite his typically reserved nature. A gradual, deliberate evolution was underway. Was this a pang of jealousy stirring within him? The notion lingered, uncertain.

In the tranquil sanctum of the Lan Sect's Library Pavilion, Lan WangJi meticulously transcribed ancient tomes, repositories of knowledge rarely accessible to others. His deliberate strokes danced across parchment, methodical yet imbued with an intense vitality that infused each character. Wei WuXian, struck by the elegance of Lan WangJi's work, offered genuine praise, only to find it met with silence. Undeterred, he sought another avenue to connect. "Wangji, a question for you. Do you actually really hate me?" Lan Wangji maintained his stoic indifference, in stark contrast to Wei Wuxian's uncharacteristic lapse into prolonged silence. Suffocated by the weighty quietude, Wei Wuxian couldn't contain his discomfort, expressing it with a derisive scoff. "You're still ignoring me." Wei Wuxian possessed a knack for discovering amusement even in the depths of adversity, effortlessly conjuring ways to entertain himself. With little else to captivate his attention, he found himself inadvertently drawn toward utilizing Lan Wangji as a source of diversion. He harbored a curiosity about the extent to which he could test Lan Wangji's boundaries, knowing instinctively that the stoic man couldn't maintain his silence indefinitely.