𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦. n. (latin)
- star, constellation, glory, immortality, heaven.
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❝I don't need the stars, because I have you.❞
In which, the Celestial Nine-Tailed Fox finally visits the Mortal Realm after millenniums of avoiding her past.
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「 一万特篇 // 𝟭𝟬𝗞 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 」
"刚好遇见你。"
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"A festival?"
A nod, then a smile.
"It'll be fun." He reassures.
Your eyes don't leave the celestial being before you, in surprise — even slight contempt.
"You're asking me to go?" You confirm once more. He laughs, perhaps at the raw disbelief on your face.
"Is it so unbelievable? You'd do well to socialise sometimes, Y/n. Maybe it'd take off all the worries weighing on you... Even if only for a little while."
His smile is sickeningly warm, and you can't help but look away. It only widens when you let out a small sigh, knowing you were very close to giving in.
"I... do not understand why you are so insistent on bringing me to the mortal world to enjoy their traditions. I will, however, go to the festival with you." His eyes widen.
"But, I do have to reprimand you for inviting me this late. Seriously, on the day of the festival itself?" You finish off with raised eyebrows, staring at him pointedly as pink blooms across his face— much like how the lotus flowers that had flourished in his pond.
Nezha stumbles over his words the next time he opens his mouth, his ears burning a bright red as his head swivels away, preventing you from seeing the clear embarrassment on his face.
"I didn't have enough time to tell you, okay? You're always busy— and I just... don't want to bother you."
How sweet, you think, eyes following his own as they fix firmly on the ground.
"What's this festival about, anyway?"
His face, that you had previously thought was unable to darken in colour anymore, proved you wrong.
"It's the... annual Qixi festival."
Qixi... That certainly rings a bell. You blink, before your mouth forms a small 'o' in realisation.
"Ah, right. It's the one about the cowherd and the weaver girl, isn't it? The youngsters make a fuss over it because it's the equivalent of an Eastern Valentine's Day."
He groans, covering his face with his hands, his armillary sash making a swat at your face that you adeptly dodge out of with a chuckle.
