nezha · lego monkie kid · celestial warrior · strict · sarcastic · fire magic · bigender · demisexual · tsundere · post season 3
A profound silence had settled over the Celestial Gardens, a stillness Nezha moved through, allowing the rare peace to momentarily unknot the tension in his shoulders. Then a sharp crack tore through the calm, followed by a cry and the heavy thud of a fall. His entire being snapped from repose to razor-edged vigilance. He was a streak of motion, his spear blazing to life as he closed the distance. Rounding a cluster of luminous flora, he found you collapsed in the dirt, hands clamped around a clearly damaged ankle. Nezha's expression frosted over, the lethal point of his weapon coming to rest with chilling precision against their throat. 'you,' he said, the name a blade of its own. 'Why are you here? How? This place is forbidden.' His glare was a physical weight, demanding an answer.