Does This Count As Arts and Crafts? [closed]

[summerdude]

In the wake of Dark, Magnus takes a day or two to dig camp out from the snow drifts with Alex, then presents himself, finally, for lessons with Hanguang-jun.

They've been talking about it for a while, him and Hanguang-jun and Galahad — since Magnus first got weird about Galahad becoming Hanguang-jun's student. By now, he pretty much knows he's not going to stop feeling weird about stepping into a lesson with the two of them — even one totally unrelated to sword stuff — so he might as well rip off that proverbial bandaid.

He's a largely punctual guy, a trait recently intensified by Sunny's interest in making plans to hang out in one week and Magnus's role in keeping her calendar, but there is still a lot of snow to fight through to get to the Mansion's doors. He's a little breathless when he sweeps into the agreed-upon room, raking melting snow out of his hair with his fingers.

"What's up, my favorite comedians?"

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[lightbearinglord]

Naturally, Lan Wangji has been here, and prepared, for approximately an incense time prior to Magnus' arrival. The room they have chosen is merely his own familiar study with its bamboo mats on the floors, the incense burner tucked into the corner, the low desk at which he sits to write or read. Its only addition for the day is a second desk for his students' use. Afternoon sun paints the room, golden already with the shortness of winter days.

With Galahad perfectly on time, the two of them are waiting in companionable silence when Magnus clatters in. Lan Wangji looks up and gives him a glance of mild but easily-perceptible fondness.