Will's mood turns from peaceful to considering as he listens, and now the grass of before is bathed in the sort of radiant sunlight that reveals all details, however ugly or beautiful they might be.
Or, in his case, fears. Fears he hasn't allowed himself to either view properly or name, stubbornly refusing their existence.
He finds now he can view them clearly, and he sees they are neither insignificant nor insurmountable. But the knowledge does not fill him with anxiety as it might have before; only resolve.
And with that same sense of clarity, he realizes that the music itself, the magic Lan Wangji feeds into it, is the source of his illumination; that the songs have somehow both soothed him and brought understanding.
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Date: 2021-11-18 11:56 pm (UTC)Or, in his case, fears. Fears he hasn't allowed himself to either view properly or name, stubbornly refusing their existence.
He finds now he can view them clearly, and he sees they are neither insignificant nor insurmountable. But the knowledge does not fill him with anxiety as it might have before; only resolve.
And with that same sense of clarity, he realizes that the music itself, the magic Lan Wangji feeds into it, is the source of his illumination; that the songs have somehow both soothed him and brought understanding.
"Astonishing," he murmurs, half to himself.