#huachangmp

-for the sweet and sassy fox @vulpe-mp

He had been so distressed after the accident, unable to really do much of anything thinking if anyone saw him this way they would find him use less and not want him around. Though that wasn't how the people he has met are the underlining trauma of what his parents inflicted, adding to the mental trauma of being subjected to the things they put him through so he would be perfect in their eyes. Huachang was stuck thinking that way. That without the ability to fulfill something he was not worthy.

The light of his phone flashed as the charge fed it life, a device he rarely used and only recently was given to him. Where he grew up technology was not around being told it was to mind numbing for their regal society so the introduction to it was like whiplash. Huachang waited for the device to come to life jumping at the way it suddenly started tp seize at the amount of messages he was receiving. One chime after the other the demigod stared until it stopped finally reaching for it with a cautious hand. Sliding it open since there was no lock it surprised him to see someone had worried about him. Hua hadn't let the phone charge after it died thinking no one would notice his absence but here, Vulpe, the one he had met under the tree in his past time of distress was. The texts went from casual hellos, to worried questions, asking where he was to all caps saying he better be okay, Huachang felt a ping of guilt in his chest and messaged back quickly no longer wanted them to wait.

for the helpful healer @mptsukiko

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For the ray of sunshine @mpsundrop

Trees have always been something that felt genuine even if he could not really know. Huachang found that the forest was always a place he could go to feel solitude and happiness, where long ago he could be the child he felt he was supposed to be. Giggling happily, carefree and loud. Nowhere else but in the trees could the light of the child he wished to be could be set free. Though that child and those feelings were long torn from him Huachang still found sanctuary around trees, sitting in them or under them just to pretend he was back in those days. It was peaceful, so much so he would often fall asleep.

That is what happened today. Sitting under a rather beautiful tree Huachang leaned against it's large trunk petting his white rabbit that sat happily in his lap. White robes lay gracefully about his form and slowly the elegant hand slipping over Xue's soft fur started to flow, then eventually it stopped. Sleeping was hard for Huachang due to his past, waking up in other places with dangers all around or pain at the ready. Sleep was scary, it showed images of things that hurt him so deeply that it broke his soul so completely. But he was not a creature that could avoid sleep... Eventually it would come for him.

The memories were slow to start but they did, nothing about his past gentle or kind. The nanny had tried her best but damaged was damaged and his dreams liked to remind him. In his head Huachang was battling with the traumas of his past and outside his body twitched and whined, tears welling in his eyes at the images he couldn't run from. Xue immediately showed concerns, reaching up to press her cute twitching nose to his and padding her paws against his chest in her own attempts to wake him.

But she was to small, too light.

Thumping gently she stared for a while knowing she could help by herself, looking around for anyone that could. Her feet landed on the soft grass and she hopped for a long while, speaking to anyone that walked by to try and get them to follow or help but no one acknowledged her outside of trying to pet her. Her efforts were running dry, the pads of her feet thumping in frustration that no one was helping until she heard someone ask her to repeat what she needed. Looking up at the person there was hope in her red eyes.

plot w/ @heatherxmp

Coming to this place everything felt the same yet so different than where he was before. The people were different yet looked like the faces he was used to seeing, the stores were the same yet felt oddly like they were made with a higher quality of everything. Different yet the same. When he had finally opened his letter and built up the courage to leave China in order to pursue the man claimed to be his true father Huachang didn’t know what to expect. It definitely wasn’t to be told he was a child of a god and all the ghosts in his life were not the result of mental illness but in fact an ability inherited from being part god. part god of the Underworld to be exact.. at least this beliefs Underworld. 

Still there was no comfort to him knowing that anyone, even here, could be a ghost and he could come off as insane. There wasn’t any way he would go through that mistake again even if he could actually talk like he used to. Which brings the situation on this day more to light. Sweets was something Huachang loved but before could never have so when he found out a place here sold plum buns and sweet lilac milk tea his feet had guided him without hesitation.. the only thing that wasn’t anticipated was the barrier in communication. Back home, at least the place he came from before moving here, the woman at his usual cafe knew he was mute and often signed with him. Here, standing at the counter, the woman in front of him looked confused and uncomfortable, staring at Huachang in complete confusion even as he tried to sign normal queues. 

Paper? Pen? Write?