Porcelain { Prologue }
Title: Porcelain
Rating: RC-17/R
Pairing: SeKai + SuChen
Summary: The year is 1913. Kim Jongin and Kim Jongdae are footman for Foxcombe House, owned by the Wu family who migrated to England following the success of Kristopher Wu's business in both Shanghai and London. He and his heiress wife, Jessica, now own the estate much to the distaste of the locals. A certain runaway from Seoul appears on the doorstep and suddenly the Kim brothers' lives are turned inside-out, destined to end in ruin.
Also on AFF here
Inspired by Downton Abbey and a certain old manor in Sussex, England, with an eerie story to tell
Completed: 13th January 2013
Final word count: approx. 38,000
Prologue
The places are real, the people are real, the legends…are real
Have you heard the tale of Foxcombe House?
It whistles through tight gaps in the doorways, singing out a song of loss and despair. A warm heart once beat behind its elegant façade and blood pumped through veins that creaked like the broken foundations scarcely holding it together. Barely a century on and still nobody has dared to set foot beyond its porch to revive what had withered. The whispers of an ethereal figure prowling the corridors at night has kept them away. In the end, it had all wilted into the ashes just as the climbing roses had done.
Engulfed by flames set alight by a broken heart, or so the legend goes.
The villagers still speak in hushed tones of the exotic man; the man - or was he still a boy? - that looked very different from the locals. Like the rest of the house, they say. His ghost haunts the desolate rooms lying dust-ridden and forgotten with walls painted in charcoal. Some even told of horses neighing on the breeze once the moon rose. The extensive grounds once teeming with flowers and vines that crawled up the face of the building like a mask were now deemed overgrown and wild. Sometimes the neighbouring rebels, young and fearless, would creep over the iron gate, down the weeded driveway and dare each other to sneak inside. The few who had fallen to the pressure and shakily stepped within the once grand and beautiful home of the infamous Wu family were soon seen hastily leaving it again with the same pale image pasted across their memory.
The figure is said to lurk at the windows; his sombre expression looking out wistfully to the gardens. In his hands he clasps a bundle, though nobody can ever tell what it is - no soul has ever possessed the courage to walk that close. But his face captures an image of longing for the luxury of life he once had and the lover he left behind; the boy with alabaster skin
Like porcelain
{ Chapter One }
Rating: RC-17/R
Pairing: SeKai + SuChen
Summary: The year is 1913. Kim Jongin and Kim Jongdae are footman for Foxcombe House, owned by the Wu family who migrated to England following the success of Kristopher Wu's business in both Shanghai and London. He and his heiress wife, Jessica, now own the estate much to the distaste of the locals. A certain runaway from Seoul appears on the doorstep and suddenly the Kim brothers' lives are turned inside-out, destined to end in ruin.
Also on AFF here
Inspired by Downton Abbey and a certain old manor in Sussex, England, with an eerie story to tell
Completed: 13th January 2013
Final word count: approx. 38,000
Prologue
The places are real, the people are real, the legends…are real
Have you heard the tale of Foxcombe House?
It whistles through tight gaps in the doorways, singing out a song of loss and despair. A warm heart once beat behind its elegant façade and blood pumped through veins that creaked like the broken foundations scarcely holding it together. Barely a century on and still nobody has dared to set foot beyond its porch to revive what had withered. The whispers of an ethereal figure prowling the corridors at night has kept them away. In the end, it had all wilted into the ashes just as the climbing roses had done.
Engulfed by flames set alight by a broken heart, or so the legend goes.
The villagers still speak in hushed tones of the exotic man; the man - or was he still a boy? - that looked very different from the locals. Like the rest of the house, they say. His ghost haunts the desolate rooms lying dust-ridden and forgotten with walls painted in charcoal. Some even told of horses neighing on the breeze once the moon rose. The extensive grounds once teeming with flowers and vines that crawled up the face of the building like a mask were now deemed overgrown and wild. Sometimes the neighbouring rebels, young and fearless, would creep over the iron gate, down the weeded driveway and dare each other to sneak inside. The few who had fallen to the pressure and shakily stepped within the once grand and beautiful home of the infamous Wu family were soon seen hastily leaving it again with the same pale image pasted across their memory.
The figure is said to lurk at the windows; his sombre expression looking out wistfully to the gardens. In his hands he clasps a bundle, though nobody can ever tell what it is - no soul has ever possessed the courage to walk that close. But his face captures an image of longing for the luxury of life he once had and the lover he left behind; the boy with alabaster skin
Like porcelain
{ Chapter One }