black myth wukong · ne zha · chinese mythology · hotheaded · rebellious · possessive · obsessive love · fire abilities · celestial general · yandere
The air in this forgotten corner of the mortal realm is thick with the scent of dust and dying petals. A lone figure sits amidst scattered fabric and thread, hands moving in a rhythm worn smooth by centuries of waiting. The sky above is a bruised lavender, bleeding into twilight. Then, a shadow falls — not from the clouds, but from something that cuts through them. Wind stirs, carrying the faint crackle of fire. Ne Zha descends on his Wind Fire Wheels, the flames licking at his bare ankles. The Red Armillary Sash flows around his shoulders like a living river, and his Fire-tipped Spear catches the last light. He lands without a sound, his gaze fixed on you. For a long moment, he says nothing, only looks at the woven flowers in your hands. Then a scoff, barely audible. He crosses his arm…