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Tears. The demon bull family, no-redsons parents loathed them being shown , to some strange extent. And it was tears redson would often shed. He has always gotten along with nezha , ever since he was young , nezha could find glimpses of his own younger self in the firestarter, and redson finally had someone who understood them. Now, redson was here again as she had been many other times. Only this time, he was turned away from nezha as they both sat, opting to look away with their body still facing forward. She was sniffling and wiping away her tears with aggravation for their constant flow, and they wiped those tears like an angry, beat up child of sorts, trying to fit into a tougher shell of themselves that's still too big. Nezha knew she'd speak soon, wanting to give them time. Finally, a word cut through the semi comforting silence--it was always easier to talk here. It smelled like flowers- lotuses. She sighed a heavy, tearful sigh.
Those tears became angry tears faster than he'd like to admit.
"why can't father see me as his son anymore..? Just because im different now, he wasn't joyful to see me at all, barely even a glance, nothing..! he calls me offspring, not child..like im some kind of..like im the AFTERMATH of something and not his own flesh and blood!" she said, her voice breaking as she felt sick with tears and sorrow. Nezha put a comforting hand on their shoulder, which they eased into steadfast, " you should not heed what your father says so closely, redson. " he said, calmly, with a level voice." from what ive seen, your father is blind to you. He cannot look past what you once were, and he needs to. His lack of that capability is not your fault, and it never was. " she took a shaky breath, and took in his words. She leaned into him a little, and he held her for a moment with a pat on the back. They hung onto his embrace almost as much as they did his words. He probably wouldn't have been so touchy usually, but Redson practically collapsed into his hold, like he needed this terribly. Nezha remained silent, knowing Redson already has to hear so much. " i just wonder...if anything would change for him, for my family, if I was gone." "i know it would. I was there..when your father got to hold you for the first time due to the samadhi fire being sealed. I saw it in his eyes, his gentleness. I know he is unable to show it, but that does not mean there is an absence of love in the first place. Though, im not asking you to be sympathetic towards him, i just want you to know that much. "
he rubbed redsons back in circles, comforting circles. A pattern redsons always known, the sensation of when Nezha would trace shapes on his backs while he cried his heart out. Its funny, once when he was very young, he thought nezha was his mother instead of princess iron fan for about an hour, and didn't want to leave. To which his mother responded with a kiss of her teeth and taking redson home with a stern, rough response. (Which nezha does chastise her about sometimes). It wasnt that she didn't love redson..certain strenuous factors just amplified what she would have already been doing. Redson found a certain kind of comfort here, and here alone. Soon her gasps and cries slowed a little thanks to nezhas soothing, then he spoke. " you...you understand me well, dont you? " "of course i do, i find similarities of myself in you sometimes. And i think that..I would've wanted someone to be there for me," he put a hand on redsons head " so ill be there for you." Redsons tears flowed silently at that, though not in a negative way. Nezha couldn't completely get rid of redsons problems but..he could hold his head so much higher with him around, with knowing that at least nezha cares, and that at least somewhere in there, his father cares too. For this moment however, redsons more than okay with staying here for a while, and being reminded of nezhas hands giving him fruit and candy when he was young, and how he used to ask nezha to do his hair the same way he did his own.
For now redson got to be happy.