Patriarch by nilavu
Patriarch
by nilavu
G, WIP, 1k, Wangxian
Summary: In Yiling, there is a mountain covered in lush greenery, an area so green that some don't believe it when they first hear of it. The mountain is a tall peak, visible from Yiling town proper, but non-cultivators rarely go there. Of course, some stumble upon it after having lost their way and others willingly go to explore a place so mysterious. And then afterwards, most people speak of the beauty of the mountain, of how the bright green reminds one of emeralds, how the birds sing songs so sweet and mellifluous that you don't feel like leaving and how the green holds even in the midst of Yiling's winters. The name of this strange, magical place is 'The Burial Mounds.' Yiling, the storytellers all say, is where it all began. In which Hanguang-jun sends a letter to the Yiling Patriarch inviting him to Jin Rulan's one-month celebration and receives a surprising letter back. Kay's comments: OK, so I know this is another story that hasn't updated in a hot minute, but I really like the potential of it and the atmosphere and scene-setting it does. In which Wei Wuxian accepts the Jins invetation to Jin Ling's full moon celebration and says that he will attend unarmed and without Wen Ning beside him, but asks Lan Wangji to escort him. Excerpt: Yiling, the storytellers all say, raising a hand and lightly tapping the palm, open and vulnerable, is where it all began. They speak of a child who lost his parents; a gaunt, wretched thing that was all alone in the world; a little boy who had to fight with the street dogs for food. They speak of his absence, long years curled into a fist, fingers and years and months curling around until nails and war and destruction press against the soft flesh of the palm and the boy comes back, a fine young man, and proud too, and grieving. But this child of Yiling, the storytellers say as they pinch their own palms, has known pain, and will continue to know pain. The flesh of the palm is soft as is his heart, and the emptiness within him is more vast than the air through which their fingers slip. And then the child of Yiling is a child no more- in his place stands the Patriarch, he of Yiling who wields a new power and lets it drape over himself like a veil- to distract and hide and to walk a single-plank bridge- all alone and resolute, a strong fist that can break anything.
pov outsider, canon divergence, wei wuxian creates a sect | yiling wei sect, yiling wei sect, yiling laozu wei wuxian, fix-it, sentient burial mounds, bamf wei wuxian, ambush at qiongqi path, no ambush at qiongqi path
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