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rainbowfic2015-08-20 04:33 pm
crossfortune) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-20 04:33 pm
all you have to go on;
Name: Mischa
Story: the empty throne
Colors: bistre (that which yields is not always weak), spark (you don't need my voice girl, you have one of your own), verdigris (worn away)
Supplies and Styles: graffiti (Lilith Fair Village Stage 8/20 - Miranda Lambert, "Gunpowder and Lead"), fingerpainting, canvas
Word Count: 771
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied rape, implied abusive relationship.
Summary: When the world was young, everything was bright, far brighter than even she remembers, and the brightest thing of all was her father's smile. Yin remembers.
The eldest daughter of the Most-Beloved, the youngest of the gods, remembers a world before it was broken, before it was dimmed. Her father taught her to make her choices, and live with them: Yin chooses to fight for him.
Notes:
skip
Yin is Lin - from "in your heart shall burn"-'s mother. Or she will be, a good long time after this story.
.
When the world was young, everything was bright, far brighter than even she remembers, and the brightest thing of all was her father’s smile, in the days before the world was broken, before he cast away his heart and walked the broken path. All things bright and beautiful in the world, the humans say of her father, who they call the Most-Beloved, and they only dimly remember how he used to be.
Yin remembers. Yin remembers the gentle father whose hope birthed them, in the days when the world was young and new, who loved his children as much as he loved humanity - and the freedom he’d allowed them to find their own way. All he’d wanted for his daughters and few sons had been freedom, all he’d asked of them had been to live the lives they’d wanted, live as best as they could, and the celestial maidens had obeyed.
But that same freedom had been denied him: the Eldest had dragged him down into the darkness to be his unwilling bride and nothing had been the same, the world had dimmed and would never be so bright. (but not broken yet, not yet, not quite yet). Her father’s twin storms into the presence of the Queen of Heaven, the loudest Yin has ever heard him be, and the Lord of Silence breaks his silence to demand that the Jade Empress call the Eldest to account. How can such a marriage be valid? It is a question she ponders, still, a very long time later, and knows her answer would have been different.
(but she is not a goddess of law: she is not the goddess who tamed chaos through the force of her will, who defined all concepts outside of death and chaos. of course her answer would have been different.)
Yin is the first to join her voice to her uncle’s: her siblings follow, soon after. The celestial maidens stand as one with the Keeper of Secrets, their hands intertwined, beneath the stern gaze of the Lady of the Morning. She waits, and waits, and waits, until the Lady assents.
Even the Lord of Silence, who has never believed in hope, dares to hope, while Yin and her sisters, her brothers, have never known anything but hope. She remembers those days, before she learned the taste of bitterness, before the world broke, and cannot decide if she misses them or not.
They should have realized that there was only one way that this could have ended.
-------
Her father’s last laugh still echoes in her ears, around and around in the back of her head, clear and sweet and utterly past all hope and despair. The Eldest grips his arm as Yin screams for her father, her voice washing off the chamber walls, and there is nothing she can do to reach him, there is nothing anyone can do to reach him now.
The celestial maidens are gentle. They have always been gentle, the gentle children of the gentlest god in heaven, his children alone. They knew nothing of war, or battles, knew not the harsh edge of law until this moment. But even gentleness has a limit, and Yin hears of the rumblings of rebellion, of the incandescent rage of the god of justice.
She sits with her sisters and brothers, wings fluttering agitatedly, their hands linked. In this, too, they are as one: if law would not, could not, do what was right, then perhaps justice might.
(the gods, the great gods, can do naught but act according to their natures. she has a choice. they have a choice. they will make their choice, and live with it.)
Yin rests a hand on the hilt of the Ever-Burning Flame’s greatsword, longer than she is tall, and stares up (and up, and up) at him.
“Teach me the sword,” she remembers asking. “So that I may teach my sisters and brothers.”
He glances down at her, eyes intent, looks through her, and says nothing, says nothing, for a long moment, before he clasps her hand in agreement. The world is dimmed but not yet broken, not yet, not yet-
(make your choices, daughter. she remembers her father's gentle voice and warm eyes, remembers the brightest thing in all the worlds, before he never smiled again, before he cast his shattered heart away and his brother took it up, took up his pain in penance. make your choices, and live with them.
all things bright and beautiful in this world, Yin remembers, and chooses to fight for them)
Story: the empty throne
Colors: bistre (that which yields is not always weak), spark (you don't need my voice girl, you have one of your own), verdigris (worn away)
Supplies and Styles: graffiti (Lilith Fair Village Stage 8/20 - Miranda Lambert, "Gunpowder and Lead"), fingerpainting, canvas
Word Count: 771
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied rape, implied abusive relationship.
Summary: When the world was young, everything was bright, far brighter than even she remembers, and the brightest thing of all was her father's smile. Yin remembers.
The eldest daughter of the Most-Beloved, the youngest of the gods, remembers a world before it was broken, before it was dimmed. Her father taught her to make her choices, and live with them: Yin chooses to fight for him.
Notes:
skip
Yin is Lin - from "in your heart shall burn"-'s mother. Or she will be, a good long time after this story.
.
When the world was young, everything was bright, far brighter than even she remembers, and the brightest thing of all was her father’s smile, in the days before the world was broken, before he cast away his heart and walked the broken path. All things bright and beautiful in the world, the humans say of her father, who they call the Most-Beloved, and they only dimly remember how he used to be.
Yin remembers. Yin remembers the gentle father whose hope birthed them, in the days when the world was young and new, who loved his children as much as he loved humanity - and the freedom he’d allowed them to find their own way. All he’d wanted for his daughters and few sons had been freedom, all he’d asked of them had been to live the lives they’d wanted, live as best as they could, and the celestial maidens had obeyed.
But that same freedom had been denied him: the Eldest had dragged him down into the darkness to be his unwilling bride and nothing had been the same, the world had dimmed and would never be so bright. (but not broken yet, not yet, not quite yet). Her father’s twin storms into the presence of the Queen of Heaven, the loudest Yin has ever heard him be, and the Lord of Silence breaks his silence to demand that the Jade Empress call the Eldest to account. How can such a marriage be valid? It is a question she ponders, still, a very long time later, and knows her answer would have been different.
(but she is not a goddess of law: she is not the goddess who tamed chaos through the force of her will, who defined all concepts outside of death and chaos. of course her answer would have been different.)
Yin is the first to join her voice to her uncle’s: her siblings follow, soon after. The celestial maidens stand as one with the Keeper of Secrets, their hands intertwined, beneath the stern gaze of the Lady of the Morning. She waits, and waits, and waits, until the Lady assents.
Even the Lord of Silence, who has never believed in hope, dares to hope, while Yin and her sisters, her brothers, have never known anything but hope. She remembers those days, before she learned the taste of bitterness, before the world broke, and cannot decide if she misses them or not.
They should have realized that there was only one way that this could have ended.
-------
Her father’s last laugh still echoes in her ears, around and around in the back of her head, clear and sweet and utterly past all hope and despair. The Eldest grips his arm as Yin screams for her father, her voice washing off the chamber walls, and there is nothing she can do to reach him, there is nothing anyone can do to reach him now.
The celestial maidens are gentle. They have always been gentle, the gentle children of the gentlest god in heaven, his children alone. They knew nothing of war, or battles, knew not the harsh edge of law until this moment. But even gentleness has a limit, and Yin hears of the rumblings of rebellion, of the incandescent rage of the god of justice.
She sits with her sisters and brothers, wings fluttering agitatedly, their hands linked. In this, too, they are as one: if law would not, could not, do what was right, then perhaps justice might.
(the gods, the great gods, can do naught but act according to their natures. she has a choice. they have a choice. they will make their choice, and live with it.)
Yin rests a hand on the hilt of the Ever-Burning Flame’s greatsword, longer than she is tall, and stares up (and up, and up) at him.
“Teach me the sword,” she remembers asking. “So that I may teach my sisters and brothers.”
He glances down at her, eyes intent, looks through her, and says nothing, says nothing, for a long moment, before he clasps her hand in agreement. The world is dimmed but not yet broken, not yet, not yet-
(make your choices, daughter. she remembers her father's gentle voice and warm eyes, remembers the brightest thing in all the worlds, before he never smiled again, before he cast his shattered heart away and his brother took it up, took up his pain in penance. make your choices, and live with them.
all things bright and beautiful in this world, Yin remembers, and chooses to fight for them)