Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

| 十七 |

──❝The Symphony of Unraveling Pages❞──

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〖 A Month Later 〗

The tranquil embrace of dawn enveloped the Cloud Recesses as the sun timidly peeked over the horizon, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sky. [Y/n] found herself roused from slumber by the gentle tug of the rising sun, its warm tendrils beckoning her to embrace the new day. Stepping outside, she was greeted by a landscape bathed in the soft hues of pink and orange, a canvas painted by the hand of dawn itself. The symphony of nature serenaded the morning—a chorus of chirping birds harmonizing with the rustle of leaves, accompanied by a gentle breeze that caressed the surroundings. It was a scene that whispered promises of tranquility and peace, a stark contrast to the impending chaos [Y/n] knew awaited her.

Much to [Y/n]'s delightful astonishment, she discovered herself deeply engaged in Wei Wuxian's group endeavors over the past few days. Building genuine connections with the trio of males, she relished their camaraderie and the burgeoning friendships that blossomed, finding herself comfortably woven into their circle. Initially hesitant to join this particular group, her unexpected involvement proved to be an immensely rewarding choice, one that brought a sense of fulfillment and enrichment she hadn't foreseen. The previous day's lecture with Lan Qiren had been arduous, the stern lecturer's words piercing the air like a relentless gale. Yet, what followed was even more trying. [Y/n] had the daunting task of coaxing a grumbling and reluctant Wei Wuxian back to the Library pavilion. It had been a month since he was confined there as punishment, a consequence of his past recklessness that had disrupted the peace of the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian's adaptation to the monotonous routine was far from seamless. His struggle to conform to the silent confines of the library was evident, and it weighed heavily on him. Memories of the initial days haunted him—the agony of the silencing spell clamping his lips shut, rendering him mute in the face of his notorious verbosity. For those days, [Y/n] observed Wei Wuxian's futile attempts to defy the silencing spell. The itch to speak grew insistent, tormenting him with an irresistible urge to break the silence. Each time his mouth dared to part, the spell acted swiftly, rendering him voiceless. Frustration etched across his features, his eyes betraying the tumultuous storm brewing within. Unable to voice his thoughts, Wei Wuxian resorted to scribbling hastily on paper, desperate to communicate with Lan Wangji, who remained steadfastly unmoved by his attempts at conversation. The crumpled notes littered the ground—a visual testament to his persistent struggle against the suffocating silence.

Lan Wangji's demeanor toward Wei Wuxian's predicaments remained seemingly detached, often necessitating [Y/n]'s intervention. Whenever she stepped in, Lan Wangji maintained his composed stance, unmoved by the situation yet attentive solely to her. This dynamic struck [Y/n] as a curious undercurrent of intensity—a rare instance where she found herself eliciting such marked responses from Lan Wangji. Could it be that he was gradually unveiling a more receptive side to her in this brief span of time? The notion puzzled her, but she certainly wasn't opposed to it. Days melded into a relentless routine of silence and futile attempts at communication. Wei Wuxian's eyes mirrored a mixture of defiance and resignation, the fire of his spirit dulled by the weight of confinement. The echoes of his rebellious spirit bounced off the library walls, trapped within the prison of enforced quietude. Despite the passage of time, Wei Wuxian remained ensnared in the same cycle—silenced repeatedly for daring to defy the decree of silence. The once lively and loquacious figure now stood as a testament to the toll of relentless silence, his spirit caged by the unyielding spell that robbed him of his voice, yet failed to extinguish the flame of his stubborn determination.