[ closed post: calligraphy lessons ]
May. 20th, 2024 02:54 pmLan Wangji has not forgotten about the lessons he agreed to give Crowley. At the time, Crowley surprised him by agreeing to them; he anticipated that his offer would be rejected in some sideways manner, sideways being the way in which Crowley appears to move through the majority of his interactions. He has, admittedly, been under the presumption that Crowley himself has forgotten, and that he might change his mind if Lan Wangji sought him out and asked to instruct him in the art of calligraphy.
Much of his time these days, when he is not with Wei Ying, is occupied by training Galahad. It's absorbing, to have a student so utterly focused on his every instruction, and a towering responsibility, too. He is grateful for it, and persistently aware of how much care he wants to take with it and with his student.
This afternoon, he is surprised to find himself without any pressing duties. There are always tasks he could complete, but upon a look within, Lan Wangji finds that he would like to sink into something meditative, something relaxing and exacting at once. That desire finds him seated upstairs, not so far from his bedchambers, at the tail end of grinding ink for himself. Mercifully, the mansion has once again begun providing inksticks for his use. He dips his brush and commences writing.
Much of his time these days, when he is not with Wei Ying, is occupied by training Galahad. It's absorbing, to have a student so utterly focused on his every instruction, and a towering responsibility, too. He is grateful for it, and persistently aware of how much care he wants to take with it and with his student.
This afternoon, he is surprised to find himself without any pressing duties. There are always tasks he could complete, but upon a look within, Lan Wangji finds that he would like to sink into something meditative, something relaxing and exacting at once. That desire finds him seated upstairs, not so far from his bedchambers, at the tail end of grinding ink for himself. Mercifully, the mansion has once again begun providing inksticks for his use. He dips his brush and commences writing.