#ic.red son

[niightwcves]

"So? Say something! I didn't get all clowned up for you to just stare at me." Forgive her nerves but, well, she didn't really do the whole make up and dress routine. Mei was used to jeans, sneakers and jackets. Loud racing cars and oil spills, this was different.

This was effort. Effort that he was worth putting in.

"I-I uh..I thought we could, um..y'know this, uh..I wanted to spend the afternoon with you. I thought you'd like the dress." - Mei for Red Son

His first valentine's day with no idea what to expect beyond it being a capitalistic day mean to sell chocolates, flowers, cards, and stuffed animals to enamor their paramours. Nothing of which encapsulated a shred of who Red Son was. Truthfully, he had thought about fine tuning her ride or perhaps adding something of hers to his own ride. Suggested by his mother, perhaps just a day meant for only the two of them would suffice. Beyond just visiting each other's usual haunts. Exploring somewhere new, somewhere a little more intimate & fitting for new couples in Megapolis.

He expected her usual self to waltz to their date spot with no need to gussy up for the likes of him. Yet as eyes lift from the phone screen to her, finally recognizing her quickly approaching, he's left utterly stunned. While he was often dressed up when he wasn't actively working on his machinery, he didn't expect this. This... girlier side of her that hadn't occurred to him before. Eyes are wide, feeling his own back straighten as he looks her not once, nor twice, but three times over. Sometimes beauty needs a bit extra time to let soak into that mind of his.

" W-Well of course you had to show me up, didn't you ? " It's as if he's always eager to put a foot in his own mouth in attempts to compliment her. " I just... wasn't expecting it. You look... quite fetching in your outfit. Dare I say it looks good on you. Different. But good. " Hand soon stretches out for the other to take. " Perhaps we can stop standing around and head somewhere for our date. Come now. Let's get going. "

@diisccvery || unprompted ask

[niightwcves]

Am I a monster? - Samadhi Fire Mei for Red Son

Oh how hot the flames of the Samadhi Fire begin to singe the skin of the Flame Prince as he stands before the wildfire that was Mei. Letting the fire envelop him, closing the distance between himself and her, there's not a shadow of doubt nor hesitancy seen within the demon.

" No. " A stout answer that holds as much conviction as one can fill his own voice with. " Your letting your own doubts control you, feeding into the fire that you should have the reins on. You are more than capable of wielding this power, Dragon Girl. This does not make you a monster. What you choose to do with it will. Calm yourself and control it. "

@diisccvery || we could have had it all prompts

[niightwcves]

"Ya telling me ya can cook like'dis and you're wasting your time trying'ta take overda world with machines!? Kid! You could have taken over through their stomachs! This're? This is a mighty good bowl of food." - Pigsy for Red Son

It was quite obvious to say he was stunned by the response given by the noodle boy's caretaker, looking as if he was ready to serve himself in the dishes he was cooking. Granted, he isn't as thrilled to be cooling without the abundance of heat behind it through his spices, but knowing there was still promise in flavor...

The silent stare in disbelief & awe quickly snap away as the demon finds a sudden interest in taking care of the clean-up after the dishes had been made. Not so much as even touching the bowl made for himself as he thinks hard about those words. Of course he was great at this ! Why did it come as such a surprise to him anyway ? Praise is what he always expects ! ( But he didn't expect him to say it in his stead. ) Red Son breaks his silence by offering a scoff.

" Well it's no-brainer that I would excel at anything I choose to do here ! Cooking... That's just something I do on the side is all ! I'm supposed to be the king of this land, ruling with an iron fist that rivals any other celestial being out there ! " Back turned to the other, he starts to clean off the counter, holding an expression a little more troubled than he cared to share in the face of some... plebian.

" Besides, I don't think my family would find it very... villainous to be handing out food. You know, most would consider that a charitable thing and that is not what I am. "

@diisccvery || unprompted

[niightwcves]

please note that i didn’t say anything about how dangerous that would be . / red son & mei

" Please, danger would fear me if it had any sort of consciousness. "

Oh how the arrogance of the demon prince swells as the challenge ( more like invite from an outside perspective ) to accompany her. Surely the actual danger wasn't as daunting with the way Mei decided to avoid mentioning it to him. Though as he steps forward, the prince pauses in that prideful walk forward.

" ... Was the reason you chose not to tell me because you feared I'd decline ? "

@folkade || endless wonder prompts

[niightwcves]

For kisses - Mei for Red Son

" Is that all you want out of me ? " Just a kiss ? Oh how bothersome this girl could be sometimes. Having to pull himself away from his chair to tend to her needs ( as if he actually minded any of it, he was just as dramatic as they came ). Without question does Red Son pull her in, pressing fiery lips against hers. A kiss that is hungry, yet savors every second of her taste. A quiet, yet powerful fervor in this one kiss. As if he has something to prove that she could always get what she wanted and more.

" There you go, Dragon Horse Girl, " the demon prince breathes out, more than satisfied with the mark he left just now. " Now off you go. I have a new ride to finish- "

@diisccvery || 2/5 kisses taken !

[niightwcves]

🌸 ((Heck one for red son too. In his sleep. Just so she can see how fast it’s burned.))

His hair is rather cool to the touch ( not cold, but something closer to a comforting warmth ) when fast asleep. Hair looking like a resting flame near the end of its burn upon charcoal. A dim red with black near the roots of his hair, splayed around his head messily upon royal pillow. Fast asleep he was, with a light snore as he doesn't so much as move when the flower is placed in his hair.

The flower remains, not to be burned, but perhaps after some time, the flower may wilt from the heat as the young prince stirs back into consciousness.

@marshalforgotten || Send a '🌸' for my muse's reaction to yours putting a flower in their hair.

[niightwcves]

"Red boy." She kept trying to get his attention, watching him huff and puff through the temple as uncontrollable fits of fire burnt anything that dared exist near him at the moment.

Things were getting worse, Chaos was spreading and even though for now the universe wasn't breaking apart with Mr. Nezha taking care of the Emperor's untamed power, frustration was evident in the Demon Prince.

"Red boy." She calls again, this time daring to stand in front of him only to be side stepped and ignored once again. He'd become so easy to read, knowing almost a play by play about what plagued him.

He wasn't able to fight Azure, he wasn't able to protect his family. It didn't matter that hundreds failed, it mattered that he was one of the many.

Taking another step she followed after him, reaching for his arm to hold him. Green flames catching fiery fist as the two stood in the middle of the room.

"Red Son." - Mei

Overtaken.  Utterly  defeated.  Not  so  much  a  full  minute  before  inky  chains  imprisoned  his  very  body  &  soul  into  the  depths  of  that  hell.  Forced  to  relive  past  mistakes,  power  that  was  stripped  from  him  because  he  was  too  weak,  his  failures.  Unable  to  even  hold  a  candle  to  bring  back  the  people  most  important  to  him.  He  had  lost  his  father  to  a  prison  long  ago,  never  would  he  want  to  let  history  repeat  itself.

He  wants  destruction.  He  wants  to  break  down  the  very  walls  that  threaten  to  melt  at  the  heat  he  emits  from  frustrated  outrage  of  it  all.  Little  did  he  expect  her  to  show  now  of  all  times.  &  what  a  shoddy  time  she  decided  to  show.

"  Not  now,  "  he  snaps  in  a  low  growl,  sidestepping  from  her  to  let  that  anger  continue  to  fester  from  within.  Almost  a  threat  to  shoulder  past  her  had  it  not  been  for  that  split  second  conscious  effort  to  avoid  her  completely.  The  only  momentary  acknowledgement  given  as  he  moves  past  until  he  feels  heat  radiating  around  his  wrist.  Heat  different,  yet  familiar  to  his  as  emerald  wisps  swirl  with  the  fierce  red  that  had  yet  to  extinguish  from  his  palms.

Nails  dig  deep  into  his  own  palm,  head  only  turned  slight  in  reaction  of  being  stopped  so  abruptly.  Hair  flickers  like  a  disturbed  flame,  displaying  something  deeper  than  annoyance.  Borderline  resentment  in  the  misguided  wrath  blazing  within.

"  What.  "

His  voice  is  dominating  as  he  demands  an  answer  from  her  in  heated,  short  temper,  with  arm  yanked  right  away  from  her  grip.  Yet  another  mistake  made  by  the  great  Demon  Bull  Prince  in  this  supposed  happy  ending  to  Azure's  attempted  conquest.  (  Could  this  day  get  any  better  ?  )  By  some  sense  he  managed  to  gather  within  seconds,  he  doesn't  continue  to  yell,  he  simply  glowers.  A  simmering  of  heat  instead  of  a  near  blind,  blazing  rage  moments  ago.  Tightened  jaw  continues  to  clench  for  another  moment  before  speaking.  A  lower  tone,  still  holding  back  that  anger  for  the  sake  of  not  directing  it  towards  someone  who  didn't  deserve  it.

"  What.  What  do  you  want.  "  Still  snappy,  but  the  edge  smoothed  somewhat  as  he  speaks  to  her.  "  Can't  you  see  I'm  in  the  middle  of  something  here  ?  "

@diisccvery || unprompted

[niightwcves]

@diisccvery sent: "Red boy! Merry Christmas! Here, open it!" It wasn't anything flashy, just a new set of huge tech tools with flames etched into the metal, his name carved with ruby ink and a matching set of dragon slippers that duet her own. - Mei || unprompted Christmas ask!

There was something that flickers in the demon's heart as he's presented with a gift not quite anticipated by him. A set of gifts bombarded by the very girl who's presence felt enough. All this effort for a holiday he's seen about time & time again... Crimson hues give a glint at the sight of such high-end tools fashioned to his very element & true essence.

Followed by a pair of slippers that unmistakably would be reminiscent of her. They were cute, that he could not deny. Yet he is a being of great power & full of sinister evil within. He couldn't coo at the sight of these ( though deep within him, he knows he would be wearing them as comfortable footwear in his own abode, in addition to when she would come visit him ). So instead, he gives a satisfied "hmph," at first as he holds these items.

" Your gift giving skills are something to behold. Perfectly encapsulating my needs and flair. I suppose I have no choice but to make the most in these. " That said, he approaches, tilting her chin up to place a gentle kiss of gratitude her way. " Merry Christmas, Dragon Horse Girl. "

@diisccvery || merry crimmus asks! (unprompted)