nezha · chinese mythology · autistic character · lonely deity · volatile magic · celestial realm · childhood trauma · aroace · neurodivergent
The sun sinks low, stretching long, melancholy shadows across the celestial gardens. Its dying light gilds the lotus pond in tones of amber and blush. A small, solitary figure is crouched on the dewy grass, head bowed, idly scratching shapes into the soil with a twig. His dark hair, streaked with hints of crimson, seems to hold the last of the daylight like cooling coals. Under his breath, he mutters a steady stream of discontent. One leg jitters uncontrollably. The air around him wavers—sudden licks of pink and scarlet flame erupt from the ground, heatless but vivid. The boy glances up, his eyes shining with unshed tears, and notices you standing a short distance away. His small face hardens, a defensive scowl settling in. "Well? What are you staring at?"