[pfsb] it's so FLUFFY

[acrookedpath]

In Wei Wuxian's defense, it isn't as if he forgot one should never eat free food unless it came from Madam Bar or the waitrats. It's simply that after nearly a year where he has -- only on occasion, mind you! -- accepted food and drink from strangers with no ill effects, he may have let his guard slip. Just a little.

Besides, he was so absorbed in his work that for all he knew, a waitrat had deposited the little bowl of animal-shaped desserts on his table. It wouldn't have been the first time he failed to notice one of them trying to get his attention.

So when he absently picked up a cracker to nibble on it as he worked through a particularly thorny set of talisman calculations --

Well.

The little black rabbit that now sits on the table, a red ribbon looped around one ear, just wants it emphatically known that this was not his fault.

Comments

[acrookedpath]

"Lan Zhan and I thought to collect all of the stories you have told us," he murmurs, though he knows Saxifrage cannot understand him. (Hopefully, Lan Zhan will translate.) "I will write them down for our son, with these pictures alongside so he may know what you look like. He will learn all about El-ahrairah, Rabscuttle, and the voyages of your warren."

[lightamidchaos]

It may look odd, Lan Wangji tells them all, but it is to help humans understand what you look like, all of you. Hawthorn intends to share these with the stories you have told us, if you do not mind, for his son to hear and see.

'Our son,' Wei Ying had said. Lan Wangji can only be grateful that his current form seems to have some influence on just how strong an emotion he is feeling, because otherwise he would be completely overwhelmed by the thought.

[acrookedpath]

I don't mind at all! Indeed, Saxifrage sounds quite pleased by the idea. If his son is as kind as both of you, I trust him to keep the stories well.

He cocks his head, studying one of the papers.

Oh, I see it now, he says. That one does look like Rabscuttle, doesn't it?

[lightamidchaos]

He is. There is no mistaking his fondness. A-Yuan is gentle and kind and caring. He is a good boy.

Rabscuttle huffs at the paper. My fur's all out of sorts. El-ahrairah swats him with a paw.

[acrookedpath]

I think it looks nice, says Cloudfoot loyally. He and Bearberry have clustered near Wei Wuxian's other knee. Oh, and is that one you, Bearberry?

The other rabbit leans close, as if by sniffing the ink he could gain a better sense of it. Maybe? That one is definitely Moonlight...

That's as he twitches his whiskers toward the pure white rabbit at the center of another drawing.

[lightamidchaos]

Yes, it is, El-ahrairah agrees. Both. He turns his head to look up at Wei Wuxian, then flicks a starlit ear at him and gives a slow, deliberate nod of approval.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian's warm smile transforms to a beaming grin.

"You honor me," he says; while he cannot bring his hands together, as one is occupied with Lan Zhan and the other with Saxifrage, he bends into a small bow.

[lightamidchaos]

El-ahrairah rises up on his hind legs to his full height and sniffs the air in his direction, then promptly hops over his lap between the rabbits, runs around him in a circle, and flops over on a comfortable tuft of grass.

Lan Wangji blinks.

He likes doing that, says Rabscuttle. Dryly.

[acrookedpath]

Though briefly startled, Wei Wuxian recovers in short order, laughing as the display ends with El-ahrairah making himself as comfortable as any prince might deserve. He coaxes Saxifrage into his lap with care, slipping his hand from where it supports the rabbit to scratch gently at his back instead.

Cloudfoot leans against his leg and stretches up to nose Lan Wangji companiably.

[lightamidchaos]

Carefully, so as not to disturb Wei Ying's hand, Lan Wangji stretches over the edge of his knee and noses back at Cloudfoot.

[acrookedpath]

"Lan Zhan, help," says Wei Wuxian, every word shaped by more laughter. "Why was I born with only two hands? I need more so I can pet every one of you!"

Not helping matters, Cloudfoot chooses that moment to haul himself into Wei Wuxian's lap and nestle down between Saxifrage and Lan Zhan.

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji peers over a wrinkle in Wei Ying's robe at Bearberry.

There is room for you as well, he offers.

[acrookedpath]

Bearberry hesitates. Tentatively, he places a paw on Wei Wuxian's robe.

It's all right, Saxifrage encourages, as Cloudfoot twitches his whiskers in agreement.

That is enough for him: in the work of a moment, Wei Wuxian has every rabbit except El-ahrairah and Rabscuttle piled in his lap, and it is all he can do not to squeak aloud in delight.

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji snuggles down in Wei Ying's lap, curled between Saxifrage and Cloudfoot with his nose buried in Bearberry's shoulder, in front of him.

For this moment, he is simply and uncomplicatedly content.

[acrookedpath]

So is Wei Wuxian. He runs his hands over the rabbits' backs, slow and meditative; his face aches a little from smiling so much. How simple, to forget about all his cares when he has a lapful of soft, adorable bunnies!

(Lan Zhan, of course, being the most adorable of all.)

Time passes. Eventually -- as he so often does, when it is too quiet for his tastes yet he has little to say -- Wei Wuxian begins to hum.

[lightamidchaos]

The sound of the music draws his attention, and Lan Wangji twists his head to look up at him.

What is he doing? asks Rabscuttle, from where he's lying in a sunbeam.

Singing, I think, El-ahrairah replies.

[acrookedpath]

Odd, says Saxifrage, genial and sleepy. Humans, clearly, are very strange, even when they're nice to be around.

Wei Wuxian's humming resolves to words, eventually: after discovering Songbird, he listened to nearly everything else this woman sang, admiring the clarity of her voice and the gentleness of her music. Most of the music on Wei Wuxian's iPod has a quiet -- or not so quiet -- melancholy to it, when it is not the loud and boisterous rock music that makes Lan Zhan grimace. This is no exception.

Still. It carries hope as well. And oh, so much love.

[lightamidchaos]

He blinks sleepily, relaxed and listening to the sound of Wei Ying's voice - until the words sink in. His eyes open wide, and he turns around in his lap to bury his face in Wei Ying's robes.

[acrookedpath]

"Ah, Lan Zhan."

Softly concerned, as he gathers him closer with one hand. (The other continues to pet the rest of the rabbits.)

"Was that too much?"

[lightamidchaos]

His tail twitches as he scrabbles a little closer, cuddling against him as if he never wants to be separated.

Which is true, of course.

[acrookedpath]

"Shh. I am here."

He wraps both arms around Lan Zhan, hefting him a bit higher so he may burrow against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Lan Zhan. I did not mean to sadden you."

[lightamidchaos]

He whuffs out a breath and snuggles closer. The nest of rabbits in Wei Wuxian's lap shifts, Cloudfoot craning his neck to look up.

Why are you sad, Moonlight?

Do they know about Wei Ying's past? He suspects not, and does not want to be the one to upset them, if so, although lying is forbidden. Lan Wangji says, The words to the song reminded me that Wei Ying cannot come home. We have made another home here, but sometimes I miss being able to be with him there.

[acrookedpath]

Saxifrage raises his head from where he's tucked it over Bearberry's back.

He can't leave? he asks. Why?

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji opens his mouth to answer, unsure of what to say, only to find that El-ahrairah has his own ideas.

Many of the humans in that place can't, the prince explains. The path there is a fickle thing for some. It does not matter, that means we get to keep him.

He sounds smug about it.

[acrookedpath]

That's true. With a small chuckle, Saxifrage drapes himself over Bearberry again. I won't complain that we get to see Hawthorn all the time!