Post by jiayi lin on Oct 7, 2018 14:30:51 GMT
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an heir stands at the edge of a lake and they dream not of the stars but of swimming. they forget, in that moment, the marble stretched taut around a gold-stained skeleton and the sound of heels against a court room floor and the weight of a family’s pride heavy upon their shoulders. forgets the sight of children — their family — gazing back at them with cold cold eyes as they stand tall and poised like the stone-carved guardian lions on the front door step, like they are a mass of metal and precious stone carved in the image of tradition and honour and every intangible aspect of the house save for flesh and bone.[break][break]
an heir jumps into the lake, their arms spread wide like unfeathered angel wings, the air cold against their skin. they hang suspended above the still black lake, and for that fraction of a second they are but a stroke of ink against the night sky canvas, not an heir but just a body of skin and sinew free-falling into the water. they do not make a sound.[break][break]
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an heir breathes their first breath with the bleeding rays of the rising sun. they hold their breath until finally the golden sun gives way to a sky the colour of blue-black bruises and they are standing beneath the twilight boughs on the edges of an unnamed forest. then, and only then, is their fallibility more easily forgiven. an heir knows they love their family. an heir knows that to love is to drown. an heir concludes that it is easier, perhaps, if their family thinks them heartless. they will be a good king, a gentle king, but they will not be loved.[break][break]
they will pay the price, like their parents before them, and their parents before them. they will be a martyr if they have to, they will fill their lungs with ice water and watch the air leave their lungs as they sink down and down and down. they will choose the happiness of the family over their own every single time.[break][break]
everything they touch will turn to gold — the family will thrive, the family will prosper, the family will be held aloft by historians in times to come. the family will rise to meet the challenges of new ages, and they will be the rising tide who lifts all.[break][break]
everything they touch will turn to gold — and it is very, very, cold.[break][break]
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an heir dreams in jade and gold. an heir dreams of a star-less night sky as their feet dig into ink-dark soil as they gasp and struggle with their arms locked around a still and cold body — they recognise this face, features preserved perfectly in precious green stone, eyes burning bright with venomous hatred — and they know they need to leave. but the body is heavy and they are not strong enough and the sky is shrinking and they smell earth rich and cloying in their nostrils and they are being buried alive-[break][break]
the sky closes above them and it is dark and cold.[break][break]
an heir dreams of their family dying to their midas touch. an heir wakes up, and the day continues.[break][break]
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an heir does not understand their sister — she is lion-hearted and chaos incarnate, a whirlwind in human skin, a snarl as sharp as a knife and freedom in her veins. she balks at tradition and stands her ground.[break][break]
they don’t want this either. they don’t want to shackle anyone; they know a gilded cage is still a cage, but it is tradition, it is their way, it is the legacy of the jade house and she is second-born, she ought to understand.[break][break]
an heir bares their teeth. an heir makes a mistake.[break][break]
an heir realises too late that they cannot quell a rebellion, only inflame it.[break][break]
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an heir has a name. lin jiayi: carved of perfect jadestone and gold. lin jiayi: next-in-line to the house, prodigy, emperor-to-be.[break][break]
lin jiayi, staring at the portrait of a sister whose untimely demise they created. lin jiayi, who selfishly twisted fate around a girl who didn’t deserve it. real fucking noble.
i.
[break][break]an heir stands at the edge of a lake and they dream not of the stars but of swimming. they forget, in that moment, the marble stretched taut around a gold-stained skeleton and the sound of heels against a court room floor and the weight of a family’s pride heavy upon their shoulders. forgets the sight of children — their family — gazing back at them with cold cold eyes as they stand tall and poised like the stone-carved guardian lions on the front door step, like they are a mass of metal and precious stone carved in the image of tradition and honour and every intangible aspect of the house save for flesh and bone.[break][break]
an heir jumps into the lake, their arms spread wide like unfeathered angel wings, the air cold against their skin. they hang suspended above the still black lake, and for that fraction of a second they are but a stroke of ink against the night sky canvas, not an heir but just a body of skin and sinew free-falling into the water. they do not make a sound.[break][break]
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ii.
[break][break]an heir breathes their first breath with the bleeding rays of the rising sun. they hold their breath until finally the golden sun gives way to a sky the colour of blue-black bruises and they are standing beneath the twilight boughs on the edges of an unnamed forest. then, and only then, is their fallibility more easily forgiven. an heir knows they love their family. an heir knows that to love is to drown. an heir concludes that it is easier, perhaps, if their family thinks them heartless. they will be a good king, a gentle king, but they will not be loved.[break][break]
they will pay the price, like their parents before them, and their parents before them. they will be a martyr if they have to, they will fill their lungs with ice water and watch the air leave their lungs as they sink down and down and down. they will choose the happiness of the family over their own every single time.[break][break]
everything they touch will turn to gold — the family will thrive, the family will prosper, the family will be held aloft by historians in times to come. the family will rise to meet the challenges of new ages, and they will be the rising tide who lifts all.[break][break]
everything they touch will turn to gold — and it is very, very, cold.[break][break]
[break]
iii.
[break][break]an heir dreams in jade and gold. an heir dreams of a star-less night sky as their feet dig into ink-dark soil as they gasp and struggle with their arms locked around a still and cold body — they recognise this face, features preserved perfectly in precious green stone, eyes burning bright with venomous hatred — and they know they need to leave. but the body is heavy and they are not strong enough and the sky is shrinking and they smell earth rich and cloying in their nostrils and they are being buried alive-[break][break]
the sky closes above them and it is dark and cold.[break][break]
an heir dreams of their family dying to their midas touch. an heir wakes up, and the day continues.[break][break]
[break]
iv.
[break][break]an heir does not understand their sister — she is lion-hearted and chaos incarnate, a whirlwind in human skin, a snarl as sharp as a knife and freedom in her veins. she balks at tradition and stands her ground.[break][break]
they don’t want this either. they don’t want to shackle anyone; they know a gilded cage is still a cage, but it is tradition, it is their way, it is the legacy of the jade house and she is second-born, she ought to understand.[break][break]
an heir bares their teeth. an heir makes a mistake.[break][break]
an heir realises too late that they cannot quell a rebellion, only inflame it.[break][break]
[break]
v.
[break][break]an heir has a name. lin jiayi: carved of perfect jadestone and gold. lin jiayi: next-in-line to the house, prodigy, emperor-to-be.[break][break]
lin jiayi, staring at the portrait of a sister whose untimely demise they created. lin jiayi, who selfishly twisted fate around a girl who didn’t deserve it. real fucking noble.
