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He wakes with a jolt.
The First thing he notes is that he was asleep in the first place. He doesn't sleep. He rests and regains his energy through meditation. He cannot sleep while the map is under his protection for it is too important. Yet he was asleep, Why? His bones ache and his head throbs the sensation traveling down his neck and spine as he sits up, they’re few beings that can land blow’s that leave him in prolonged pain such as this.
Sun wukong is the first to come to mind.
Why, if he didn’t know better wukong would be suspect to his injuries. however the more nezha takes in his surroundings the less likely that’s becoming sound.
Beautiful willowy silk curtains pan chang knot’s embroidered where they’re pinned to the sides. Giving way to a beauteous stain glass piece. A immortal peach tree with plums scattered throughout its leaves and branches, twin dragons on either side tails twine together around the base with a green valley encompassing it all.
What mortal’s can do with heated sand,How stunning.
he’s resting upon, quite frankly. A ridiculous amount of silks and cotton’s in different shades of soft pinks and reds, with detailed kiwi green embroidery and lace. All kinds of luxurious pillows, including but not limited to stone and pottery pillows. Some are even woven with thin bamboo slips and painted to Match the other cloth’s.
Any pillow and blanket wukong owns is in the very least covered in puncture wounds from his claws. He doesn’t even begin to fathom how the young monkeys cling to wukong when he’s resting. His claws flex, dig and rip anything they can reach, not to mention how much he moves around in the night at times. Either still as stone or as wild as the seas.
It always has been all or nothing with the great sage.
That is how he knows it’s not wukong; he would a never trust himself to keep such delicate possessions. It holds no value to him. let alone to spend the time and effort of the upkeep to preserve it for centuries. It is simply not wukong
And it appears he was too caught up within his own thoughts.
He nearly didn’t hear the privacy screen start open. Nezha reaches for his magic to pull his spear into existence only for it to not reach it.
He cannot summon his spear. Where..is it?
…
He can’t exactly say he expected the demon bull king’s heir to be on the other side of the screen. And yet here Nezha is starting into Hong Hai Er’s widening Ruby eyes. Was he wearing a Shenyi?
“Oh dear.”
Almost the second the words left his mouth-
Wait. His mouth he spoke? It wasn’t red boy? Is sounded young and weak, younger than him by a great many years. Then as if the gods chose to taunt him in that very moment a lighting like amount of pain sudden shoots though his bones and echoes
Like a thunderclap in his skull.
Then in a blink of and eye he’s starting at the ceiling as black spots cover his vision, his eyelids droop and he allows himself to slip into a comfortable blanket of cool darkness sets into his into his very being.
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A wet cloth is being pushed against his forehead.
“ About time, do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you to wake? “
Red boy is glaring at him while a bull demon made of metal is holding a cool damp cloth To Nezha’s forehead. He shoves it off it a hast and force’s his body to sit upright despite its protest, the foggy mess that’s his brain at the moment remembers to scan the surroundings for threats. A privacy screen. the curtains are now closed showing the beauty of the embroidery Tea table with a breathtaking incense holder. A golden ring surrounding a mountain range with a sparkling lake running though, few trees on the bank and a cloud with a small stream of water dripping into the lake, the smell of Rosemary filling the air, thin trail of smoke coming off of the stick that’s currently burning. Ah. He got distracted. The cloth falls to his lap.
“What..?”
“Leave and go fetch the dragon girl “
The metal creature leaves. It’s an awkward few moments of staring each other while more clarity come to him and his brain lets go of the fog that was stubbornly weighing down his thoughts . He these moments to take a good look at Red boy.
He is sitting at a traditional tea table with his hair neatly pulled up into a traditional style with a ribbon. One clawed hand wrapped around a porcelain teacup. The other holding a in complete honesty, gorgeous fan. hand crafted. Perhaps the demon himself?
The glamour he has plastered onto himself is messy and unstable. Perhaps he’s weak.
It would be logical if he was indeed kidnapped my him, as strong as he may be, nezha is a celestial warrior;The fact he succeeded is no doubt incredible.
The boy opens his mouth to speak. Nezha cuts him off.
“The glamour is unnecessary, and I should advise you explain why you’ve kidnapped a celestial being. Surely you must know it’s ill advised”
The bull huffs with his arms now crossed against his chest,tea discarded on the table and try’s to speak again.
He interrupts once again,There is no need for formalities in this situation.
“Due speak quickly. I must get back to my duties and wish to do so without a fight breaking out.”
A beat passes.
The demon bull’s the Kings heir stopped trying to Interrupt and at some point during his speaking his expression shifted. what is that, it looks almost sad? Like looking at an injured bird trying to take fight. Then to something serious like a mother about to scold a child.
Red son takes a deep breath and puts the fan against his temple in frustration.
“ you are to be resting you moronic locus! “
Moronic?!- How dare
“ how DARE-“
Red boy snaps and a opened hand slaps against the tea table And the fan in jabbed to into his chest.
“YOU ARE TO BE RESTING!”
Fangs Baird back in a hiss, his hair wraps into flames. Burning through the ribbon he tied his hair up with and the flames crackle and hiss with a mind of their own momentarily before falling down to frame his face due to the lack of ribbon.
Wait no. Those are not his normal demonic flames, for those are the one of the very fire he swore to protect the world from.
Warmth fill’s the air just from the flames sort existentes and humidity rises within the room.
The boy let’s out a hefty sigh.
“ if you must know you are dealing with the aftermath a mysterious poison that coated a blade that nicked you in battle. We aren’t sure what substance covered a blade to make a celestial being such as yourself this weak for this amount of time. And unfortunately for all,it seems to be affecting your memory. “
His fan is being waved around and thrust into the air as if to add flair to his words.
A poison? Just how long has been absent? ‘For this amount of time’ implies that he has been out for and extend an amount of time for a demon standards- and the Samadhi fire has been reforged by its maker.
What damage has been done? How does he fix this? What realm is he in? He and feel the thoughts swirling though his skull-
Was he truly not kidnapped?
“WOWIE , WHO KNEW RED BOY KNOWS FANCY WORDS!”
What? The white dragon horse’s descent?
What is she wearing? Mortal’s have a strange sense of clothing.
“Wha- DRAGON GIRL?! YOU CANNOT JUST ENTER UNANNOUNCED! THIS IS A PLACE OF HEALING!” “And it’s red SON!”
He adds the last part on in haste
She covers her mouth and chuckles, entering father into the room
“ Oopsies, my bad! Annyways how our fancy-schmancy celestial Prince doing?”
… she weirdly enough reminds him of wukong.
“ as well as he can be. And as I feared having memory problems.”
“ oof that mega sucks my dude”
she puts her arm on red boys shoulder and leans onto him Despite the warning growl He lets out, how brave.
Even lower celestial beings are cautious around A demon’s warning growl.
“ brecha you head hurt’s real bad”
She- huh.
“ I suppose its not comfortable”
“Like on a scale to ‘ someone flicked my forehead’ to ‘someone smashed a mountain over top my head’ how bad “
She holds her hands apart as though to insinuate a chart being there.
“I- closer to the second one?”
“ouch”
“Dragon girl-“
“Oh wow! Your hair is all warm and soft! ”
Red boys face flushes.
“Get your claws out of my hair!”
“ oH OH!, you should let be braid it!”
“What?!,no! GET OFF ME!”
He try’s shoves her off only for her to dramatically lean onto him.
“Pleeease?”
She’s doing the the self proclaimed ‘monkey kid’ calls puppy eyes.
wait when did he talk to wukong’s successor? He has heard tales but never left his post so when?-
“ I DONT KNOW WHAT A ‘SPACE BUNS’ IS AND I DONT WANT IT”
“ common! It will be CUTE! Red boy!”
“ ITS RED SON!”
They’re actually wrestling on the stone ground red boy trying to keep the hairbrush the the dragon girl got from..well somewhere. as far away from his hair as possible
He cannot tell if he’s kidnapped or not.