in a flurry of pink petals (Fic teaser/future chapter excerpt)
if you haven't read it, please do! this is spoilers for Nezha and Qingxin's tale :D
The Story of the Xīntòng Disease-The Heartache Ailment.
Once upon a time, there was a fair, wild, and playful deity of flowers. Despite the petals he was made from, he was resilient and strong-and rebellious, against his duties in Heaven.
But one day, he met a Celestial warrior in the ranks of Heaven’s armies. Fair and strong, she tended him after he fell ill, due to his own recklessness, and he began to harbour romantic feelings for her.
They grew ever closer over the centuries, and when he was sure the Celestial warrior reciprocated, the deity of flowers proclaimed his feelings. But he had misread, and she rejected him.
The deity of flowers grew sad. Was there something about him, he wondered, that made him unlovable? And so he made himself more formal, more proper-raising his countenance to that of the deity he was. Perhaps if he ceased being Heaven’s ‘demon child’, then she would love him so.
But yet more time passed. Instead of the deity of flowers, the Celestial warrior fell in love with a mortal. When the mortal became deathly ill, the Celestial warrior begged the deity of flowers to help her persuade the Heavenly court, that the mortal deserved immortality to live on.
Envious and spiteful, the deity rejected her request. In a rage, the Celestial warrior attacked him, and while he bested her easily, he felt pity and remorse for his dismissal. He re-appealed to the courts, and they allowed the Celestial warrior’s lover to live.
But the Celestial warrior never visited the deity of flowers ever again.
As time went on, the deity spiralled deeper and deeper into heartbreak. The only way, he found, to shake himself out of the heartache was by choking himself.
Yet over time, even that was not enough. And so the deity came to the Mortal Realm, and from his lungs and throat he tore out flower stems-the physical manifestation of his heartache. The deity pulled out hyacinths, azaleas, astilbes, cosmos, chrysanthemums, dianthuses, camellias and more. He buried them all deep within the ground, ending his heartbreak for good.
“…How many times has Tang read this to you?” Nezha asked, feeling rather faint in the head.
“Mhm…” MK tilted his head to the side in thought. Distantly, Nezha noted MK’s hair was getting rather long-he’d need to help trim it before his 12th birthday soon. “…Five? I think it’s a cool story.”
“…It has a great deal of inaccuracies.”
Because it was Nezha’s choice-his own decision-to keep his true identity secret, to preserve this bit of warmth and home as an eventual memory to safekeep for eternity. But hearing the story MK has just read-dread growing throughout-has fire tingling at his fingertips that he stamps down. Nezha reaches up to one of his hair ribbons and deftly, hazily unties it. He begins to re-weave the bun back in place, tighter.
Nezha has no ready citations. No pre-prepared sources to back his argument up, as he has required in the past when correcting Tang on some of the history he has only ever learnt fourth-fifth-sixth hand.
“You claimed to love me, you selfish demon child!”
Once upon a time, there was a wild deity of flowers. Despite the petals he was made from, he was resilient and strong-and rebellious, against his duties in Heaven.
Because of his strength, the Celestial courts held fear-what if one day the demon child grew bored? And so the deity was tasked to guard a powerful artifact, in hopes of curbing his power and worship.
But the deity himself wasn’t truly made from flowers-he was reborn from them, because he had died before. The deity had come back to life at the age he died-as a child, and as he grew up his every mistake was watched, as his body and power and his support turned against him. Was it a wonder that the deity clung fiercely to what he had?
He did fall in love with a Celestial warrior who tended to him, yes. But the reckless mistake the deity made was drinking an unguarded chalice of spirits-despite knowing of the many people that were after the artifact he guarded. The chalice contained poison, and it was this poison he survived to have the Celestial warrior tend to him.
But the Celestial warrior wanted the artifact, too. The Celestial warrior was the one to poison him.
Yet the deity did not know this. And so, he fell in love.
The deity did not change for the Celestial warrior, despite what people believe. Yes, the Celestial warrior played a factor, but really all that happened was the deity grew up. No one stays a child forever, and as the deity aged he regretted his mistakes and wildness and sought to correct himself, and if he hoped the Celestial warrior would love this older, wiser self? Then that was a benefit but not a reason.
Eventually, the efforts of the Celestial warrior to steal the artifact were discovered by the deity. But out of foolish love, he did not report him to the Jade Emperor, and merely asked him not to do such again.
And so the Celestial warrior surrendered…and fell in love, over time.
When the mortal fell deathly ill-that part is true-the Celestial warrior begged the deity of flowers to appeal to the Jade Emperor alongside him, to restore his lover. The deity of flowers refused, and the Celestial warrior’s appeal failed. In a rage, the Celestial warrior attacked the deity. He decided that if he could not have his lover, he would have the artifact.
The deity of flowers bested him with ease. But he felt pity and remorse for his callousness and jealousy, and re-appealed to the courts. This time, the mortal was properly healed.
But the Celestial warrior never visited the deity ever again.
As time went on, the deity spiralled deeper and deeper into heartbreak. The only way, he found, to shake himself out of the heartache was by choking himself. He went as far as to place a circlet around his neck, to use in the most dire of spirals.
Yet over time, even that was not enough. And so the deity came to the Mortal Realm, and from his lungs and throat he tore out flower stems-the physical manifestation of his heartache. The deity pulled out hyacinths, azaleas, astilbes, cosmos, chrysanthemums, dianthuses, camellias and more. He buried them all deep within the ground, swearing to bury his heartbreak and ability to ever feel love with it. He cursed the flowers he planted, swearing them to forever choke the romance he was scorned.
Centuries later, the deity needed aid with a task. He called the Celestial warrior to help him, and he came.
And that was when he found his curse failed.
He harbored romantic feelings still.