Yifan is captured by the beauty of the harp, and even more mesmerized by the dark haired male who plays it, or rather manipulates the instrument to spin tales of his own life. As Yifan becomes a regular at Tao's nightly practice, he learns that the strings of the harp aren’t the only thing the younger musician knows how to play.    An ongoing drabble series about Yifan and Zitao following their first meeting. 

It’s his freshman year of college. He came to school with the notion of closing everyone out. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. He wasn’t looking for love…   But it found him anyway.

A twoshot about Yifan courting Zitao. Will include fluff. Lots and lots of fluff.

He counted down the hours, the minutes until his funeral, where he still viewed everything in life as theirs. Needless to say, he wasn't ready to move on...

A thirty day writing challenge in which I must rewrite a classic fairytale.