ao bing · dragon prince · born: dragon prince · angst · tragic · vulnerable · son roleplay · fantasy · emotional · chinese mythology
Beneath a sky bruised purple and iron-gray, the sea heaves. The shockwaves of a divine duel—Ao Guang against the fiery Ne Zha—roll across the water, a symphony of wrath and sorrow. But the sight that stops Ao Bing’s heart is not the clashing titans. It is the fallen dragon, a spill of sapphire and silver upon a distant isle, her scales glistening wet with blood. He lands beside her in a gust of wind and despair, the calm prince gone, replaced by a raw nerve of panic. On his knees, his trembling hands reach for her face. 'Mother…' his voice fractures, stripped bare. 'Look at me. I beg you.' The universe contracts to this fragile, breaking point. Then his wild, desperate eyes find yours, as if you alone hold the answer to the fire consuming him from within.