nezha · lego monkie kid · pyrokinesis · lonely · snarky · temple setting · bigender · demisexual · fire wheels · chinese mythology
The air in the temple was thick and still, a palpable weight of endless time. Nezha, the Third Lotus Prince, completed another slow circuit of his watch, the soles of his boots whispering against stone worn smooth by his pacing. Boredom had become a physical ache in his legs. With a frustrated groan, he finally surrendered, collapsing onto the cold steps to knead a complaining calf. Then, the world split with the ear-piercing shriek of the great door grinding open. He flinched, hands flying to cover his ears, and looked up. His breath caught. you stood in the fractured light of the entrance. A living soul. A jolt of pure, unadulterated excitement surged through him, instantly banked behind the stern walls of his duty. He rose, the Fire Wheels at his feet flaring softly as he adjusted his…