irisvana

[irisvana]

2021: The Fall

The cold autumn breeze blows hard this evening, prompting everyone outside to tighten their coats or shove their hands into their pockets. But not Iris. The chill hardly bothers her, as her mind is preoccupied with train of thoughts.

She walked through London’s bustling streets, searching for something to eat. Yet, instead of food, she finds herself feasting on memories of the past; the days when she and Chris wandered from bakery to bakery in search of the delicious pastries. Iris loves pastries, and no one knew that better than him.

Her eyes catch the glowing neon sign of Grey’s Sausage Roll in the distance, and a pang of nostalgia grips her. Back in their college days, it was their go-to comfort food. As she walks past the shop, the aroma of sweet pastry mingled with savory sausage wafts through the air. It’s a scent that’s all too familiar—achingly sweet, yet unbearably painful.

The memories surge like waves crashing against the shore, unearthing scars she’s tried so desperately to bury.

Suddenly, she could see herself and him together in the corner of the shop, nibbling on the sausage rolls and exchanging jokes. She even still vividly recalled the sound of his laughter, a memory that struck her heart like a dagger, cutting deep where it hurt the most.

Despite the pain, Iris forced herself to drag her feet past the stall, shaking her head. She refused to let the sadness linger any longer.

But just a few blocks away from Grey's, Iris spotted the park where they used to spend their carefree days. Chris would rest his head on her lap beneath the shade of the oak tree, sometimes cradling a ukulele in his arms.

It was ironic how, no matter where her feet took her, Chris was always present in her mind. Every corner of London seemed to hold a memory of him, and it was slowly tearing her apart. Leaving her apartment felt impossible without encountering the ghost of him at every turn.

Sorrow seeped into every vein, coursing through her body and leaving her paralyzed as the world continued to move around her. The hunger she felt was long forgotten, replaced by the sharp sting of heartache. Still, Iris fought to stay composed. She took a deep breath and reached into the pocket of her coat to retrieve her phone. She couldn't go on like this forever.

Her fingers moved swiftly across the phone screen, and moments later, her silence finally broke.

"Joanne, can you help me pack up?"

[irisvana]

THE BLOODLINE.

"All that blood was never beautiful. It was just red."

HARDIN LEWIS YOUNG, the CEO of a prominent tech company in Singapore, inherited his father's business as a birthday gift when he turned 38. As the firstborn of the Young family's eldest son, he prepared for this role by serving as the company's general manager, gaining essential leadership and management experience before officially taking the helm.

In 1993, he married Castella Marie Tan whom he met through his parents.

"The prettiest doll is the obedient one."

CASTELLA MARIE TAN, widely known as Castella Tan-Young, is married to Hardin Young. In her college years, she was known as the college sweetheart. She captivated others with her kind heart, striking beauty, and affluent background, embodying what many saw as perfection. She had boys lining up for her attention, but she never even glanced their way. It wasn’t because they weren’t appealing—it was because she was actually interested in women.

Few people knew about this, especially her parents, as she kept it well hidden. However, a year after graduating, her parents arranged a meeting with Hardin, and she couldn't avoid it. After spending a year getting to know each other, Hardin proposed, and they married shortly after that.

Castella had to let go of her dream of living freely when, two years after marrying, she gave birth to her first son. And in a span of two years, she had a beautiful daughter.

Don't even think about how she had them, she just did what she had to do as a wife.

"What good are wings without the courage to fly."

ELIAS MATTHEW YOUNG, often called the all-rounder of the Young family, was known for being the perfect example—especially as the eldest son. He lived up to his parents' expectations, becoming a man of intelligence and good character. However, that image shattered when the family fell apart. Elias transformed into a regular at clubs, gaining a reputation for his flings with women. Now, people call him a womanizer. Currently, he lives in Singapore, staying in an apartment far from his parents.

[irisvana]

HEAVEN SENT

People assume she fell from the sky.

"I envy you, you have it all," a friend once told me.

Well, I might look perfect on the surface but who knows what's happening beneath the skin?

I’m Irisvana Celestia, the second-born of the prestigious Young family—a name I rarely share. Uttering it feels like shouldering an invisible weight. Being a Young means every step, word, and action is scrutinized under a relentless spotlight. As the family’s rule-breaker, I can’t openly claim my lineage without the world watching closely. My father fears I’ll tarnish the family’s impeccable image, but I refuse to let that define me.

I’ve never understood why I have to carry the weight of preserving the Young family’s image when every member seems to contribute to its downfall. Take my father, Hardin Young, for example. He had an affair with an escort he met at a casino. I still remember him confessing his sins in front of the family, tearfully begging for my mother's forgiveness—only to discard that girlfriend and find another.

My mother, Castella Tan-Young, has her own secret too. She’s a lesbian who only married my father out of obligation—it was an arranged marriage, forced by her parents, who decided she was at the "right age" to settle down. I still wonder how she and my father managed to have me and my brother, but I know it wasn’t out of love for him.

Despite everything, she’s always loved us unconditionally. Yet, as we grew older, I uncovered another truth: my mother had an affair too—with none other than my father's assistant. And yes, you guessed it—she’s a woman.

Crazy, right? I know. Discovering this shattered everything I thought I knew. The shock hit me hard, but my brother took it even worse—he had a complete breakdown. Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get more tangled or go more wrong, life proved me otherwise.

I was just a high school student when it all came crashing down, and my brother had just started his freshman year at college. Elias Matthew Young—once brilliant, the top student, a true Casanova of his age—seemed to have it all. Everyone admired him. But as our family unraveled, so did he.

Depression took hold, and we, once inseparable, drifted apart. He shut everyone out, isolated himself, and rarely came home. I heard he spent his nights clubbing, breaking hearts like they were toys, a far cry from the person I knew. The only thing he managed to hold onto was his studies, and even that felt like a lifeline more than a passion. I still can’t believe how everything changed... how he lost his way.

Losing my brother felt like losing half of myself, and I didn't even notice how I began walking the same path. I started going to parties and clubs, spending more time at friends' houses than my own. I didn’t think twice when older men sought my company. Maybe it was my way of seeking a substitute for the love my father never gave me. Classic father issues, right? That's what they say.

Thankfully, I knew where to draw the line. I stayed away from drugs, and no, I never crossed that boundary with those older men. There was still a flicker of sanity within me—a stubborn hope that everything would bounce back, that someday, everything would fall into place at the right time.

GET TO KNOW ME.

NAME: Irisvana Celestia Young

NICKNAME: Iris

PLACE OF BIRTH: Singapore

DATE OF BIRTH: February 11, 1997

OCCUPATION: Model

DISCLAIMER.

Irisvana Celestia is a fictional character made by HELEN solely for roleplay purposes only. Any names and places mentioned in this space are fictional as well. HELEN and Irisvana are not affiliated with the real artist used as the faceclaim in any way.