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. 

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

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