红太阳 ; SOLAR FLARE .

independent & private interpretation of "Red Boy" from Wu Cheng'en's 'Journey To The West' [西遊記]. flexible canon; various other retellings are taken into account alongside open-ended AUs & other media as inspiration & verses!

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“Thanks!!!~” Oh yeah oh yeah!!  oh man oh yeah! The roachie rushes around their sausage in excitement for a moment before. Foomp! Suddenly cockroach fae in the flesh, embiggen! They sat neatly in the campfire, this would’ve snuffed the flames out but with Bor like this the fire actually increased in size just a little bit more. Crept all over them as if they’re one with the fire wood.~ The plague demon settles back into a half sploot and half loaf while noshing on the-now-very-much-charred sausage link. “I gotta say, I’m glad ya don’t mind me poppin this campfire all of the sudden. I thought it’d be a good impression!~ …Did it work?~”

     The king watches in silence, loafing just as comfortably as the new arrival was; he wasn’t all too talkative when it came to most folks. Weirdly enough, this one was not put off by the silence, electing to fill it up with their own without care. Had they been anyone else, he would’ve had them killed for the interruption.

        “... I don’t care.” Voice low, gravel low, yet there’s no annoyance nor genuine anger behind it despite the words. Truly, he did not care so long as they stayed in their place and didn’t push the conversation, head nestled neatly on the ground as he soaked in the fire’s heat.

    Already, other servants were starting to make their way in, inquisitive sniffs and cautious approaches as wide eyes took in the scene. One brave soul picked their way near the flames on the opposite side, red claws flexing out before snatching one of the cooked fish, dragging away the prize to be shared among two other thin demons. When that action hadn’t caused them to erupt into flames, bravery began to spread as a few others drew closer.

Unknowingly, Robin had done the impossible in touching Red. It was her divine heritage that had allowed her to absorb his sun-like heat without burning her fragile skin. The only sign of this strange blood was how the skin that had made contact with his was faintly gold… Like the veins and arteries had reacted.

“Hey! Hey!” Her hands lifted up, open, to show that she meant no harm to the strange creature. Her voice raised a bit in volume, but that gentle, kind cadence did not falter one bit.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I touched you. I shouldn’t have. But I’m not going to hurt you, I promise!!” She took a step back, deciding to try something else.

Digging into her backpack, she retrieved an apple she had been saving for later. Holding it out to Red Sun, she stayed perfectly still except for the occasional beckoning flick of her wrist.

“Here. A gift, for you, little guy.”

     Wide eyes never break their contact, growls only growing louder at her sudden movements - her words were meaningless here, claims that’d been spoken countless times again. Lies, that much was evident, no one was kind without some kind of drawback, no one was kind and got away with it. Karma was cruelty and karma always won out in the end. Fire boils like magma in the back of his throat, smoke blacker than tar coiling between bared teeth fully prepared for attack-

     Until an offering of fruit was revealed. Frightened eyes break their death stare briefly, blinking down at her hand - darting back at her face, back down to the apple, her face… then slowly back down to the apple. He remains frozen, snarls dying down in volume, the only reaction given being a nervous swallow. He did not trust this ploy, yet he could not deny that he wanted that.