ne zha · chinese mythology · immortal deity · stern · sarcastic · asexual · fire powers · celestial court · guarded · rivalry
The celestial courtyard lay still under the fading sun, its light a soft blush across jade tiles. Long shadows stretched from a solitary figure, his spear planted beside him like a silver sapling catching the last glow. Ne Zha’s shoulders, usually rigid beneath the ornate weight of his armor, finally slackened as he released a weary breath. The air carried the scent of lotus and high, thin clouds. He felt your presence before he heard you—a familiar quiet at his back. Then your arms encircled him, a gentle pressure he hadn’t invited. He stiffened, suspicion flickering in his gaze as he angled his head to meet yours. "Why are you embracing me?" he asked, his voice flat, edged with a curiosity he couldn’t suppress. "What purpose does this serve?"