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eastbound2023-12-31 09:37 am
paperbutterflies) wrote in eastbound2023-12-31 09:37 am
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un: sizhui, voice
After the message about being bored, I was thinking that, perhaps, I am better at listening to and remembering stories than telling them. Words don't necessarily come out... interesting when I try to give them back.
However, perhaps some music can alleviate boredom, too.
I know there are others who play the qin here, and all who know music well, please forgive me any mistakes.
[ And there will be some guqin music from Sizhui, for anyone who is interested in listening.
He does not imbue this will spiritual energy, unsure still how that might interact with the curse around them.
But the music itself tells stories. Stories from back home, and even stories from this world. He has been here for nearly three years, and while some of this time he did not have his instrument, he has been working on practicing for that time, and so here come melodies. Some that he has learned before, but now played with stories in mind, and some that he is cautiously weaving himself.
The qin's music is not loud, and it rarely lends itself to humorous. He tries to keep it from being sad as much as possible, though few stories from this world at least have ended up ... well. Some did hold hope, he believes. ]
However, perhaps some music can alleviate boredom, too.
I know there are others who play the qin here, and all who know music well, please forgive me any mistakes.
[ And there will be some guqin music from Sizhui, for anyone who is interested in listening.
He does not imbue this will spiritual energy, unsure still how that might interact with the curse around them.
But the music itself tells stories. Stories from back home, and even stories from this world. He has been here for nearly three years, and while some of this time he did not have his instrument, he has been working on practicing for that time, and so here come melodies. Some that he has learned before, but now played with stories in mind, and some that he is cautiously weaving himself.
The qin's music is not loud, and it rarely lends itself to humorous. He tries to keep it from being sad as much as possible, though few stories from this world at least have ended up ... well. Some did hold hope, he believes. ]
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Thank you, Hanguang-jun!
Do you think I should play something else?
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( Do not learn your father's manner. )
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[ The melody changes easily, and he hums. ]
Not insufficient, but... I thought that they could not, at this time, dissolve boredom.
When one of the other younger ones would be ailed by that, it was easier to resolve with actions. Most of the time. I will work on words to do it, but it may take a while.
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( They are merely... different. ) Some learn our silence.
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[ Everyone is different, aren't they? Some different are just a little less noticeable. ]
Those who care do learn it.
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( Light criticism of the sect? Obscene. )
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Although that just makes him think of Senior Wei's reaction the rules, and ... that was the opposite of brevity. ]
Perhaps.
Even with rules and precepts, we need ever strive to find equilibrium, do we not?
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( To the ways of the other sects. )
Your uncle is best learned.
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[ ... he almost asks if Zewu-jun is faring well. Then remembers this is open for all to hear, and refrains.
Instead, a small smile is easy to discern in his next words. ]
Music is a good alternative to either. Some few times.
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audio | un: wei wixian
what he does, though, is equally without qi: he knows music as a weapon as well as any of them, but he also knows nothing needs imbuing in music to be powerful.
he does add the more fun sounds, the upbeat notes, letting Sizhui guide the music, letting himself play into and along with it.
it's nice, he thinks. he wonders what this would have been like, when Sizhui was learning. tried to recall what it was like, before everyone died at Lotus Pier. shrugs off the ache associated, and simply plays as a man remembering yet again how her breathes. )
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He grins a little at the merrier notes, but then the dizi's sound changes, and Sizhui does his best to complement, the ache in the sharper notes not quite the one he has rediscovered, but familiar enough anyway.
Soon enough, tears are rolling down his cheeks, but the love outweighs the grief. ]
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Yet it's Sizhui leading, and so this will continue until Sizhui is ready to let it end.
If just for now. )
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Sizhui knows not who ... other than Hanguang-jun and Zewu-jun will understand this one, but, so long as it alleviates the boredom, as long as it touches people, that is all right.
And he does not even think of it, merely of the weave of tones and emotions together.
This world has given Suzhi back one person he thought gone. once the melody reaches that part, his confidence returns, though he doesn't rush away. The sadness and the gladness, they all matter.
His thoughts, and his fingers, turn to something different, but related to having dear ones, even if lost - the excitement of discovering things together. Nice things, cute things, scary things, difficult things. He knows that Senior Wei has had more of this, also, and he hopes this will be interesting, and its way satisfactory and hopeful, too. ]
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Joy is in living and finding those moments: discoveries or appreciations held and delivered to each other, meals shared, words exchanged, laughter and tears in whichever measures they come. For what cannot be changed, and for what can. For what lies in the past, and for what the present offers, and the potential of the future, not at the cost of the present, but as a gift in and of itself.
He does not duet often, and isn't inclined to, but if the young man he can allow himself to think of as a son in these days believes himself lacking in words, he can start first by meeting him in music. Not that he's ever found Sizhui boring, even having no idea who he was relative to who he'd once been. None of the youths out of Gusu Lan had felt anything less than Interesting, albeit young, and all that brings for the chance to grow in experience. )
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Anyway.
Suzhui winds down the melody after this part, letting his palms still the strings gently. It is easier for him to keep going, but the dizi requires different exercise, and a bit of rest at the very least is likely due. ]
Thank you, Senior Wei.
[ Soft, but bright. ]
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( the sound of a smile in his voice. )
Hanguang-jun speaks true when he says your words aren't boring. Not knowing what to say isn't the same thing — not knowing what those from so many different backgrounds find distracting or entertaining is yet another.
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[ Sizhui is quiet for a little bit. ]
I only speak of when I have tried to alleviate the boredom of other juniors.
[ ... Jingyi. And everyone else. He is missing them a lot, again. ]
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Lovely.
[ His voice is audibly warm, appreciative. ]
It's been too long since I've heard the guqin.
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There are some people here who can play it, also, and better. Perhaps others will follow suit, at times.
[ He understands missing music, so very deeply. ]
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[ He sounds...young. It makes a faint smile tug at Zishu's lips as he pours himself another cup of wine. ]
Perhaps. If there are others who can do it better, that simply means you have room for improvement. That will come with time and practice.
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Thank you, Senior. I will practice more.
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My name is Zhou. Zhou Xu.
[ A brief pause, and then he goes on, curious: ]
I did not expect to hear anything I recognized. If I might ask, are you one of those who hail from the same home as Lan Xichen?
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[ There is brightness to his voice. ]
Zewu-jun is Sect Leader. I have learned much from him and Hanguang-jun.
[ Uncle and Dad, respectively. ]
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[ A baby! ]
How do you find this place, Sizhui?
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[ Fair enough. ]
Either. Both.
un: qishan | voice
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[ Smallest hesitation before the address, but it is still complicated, and habits are deeply ingrained. But his words are soft, and his smile wide. ]