#huahuamp

-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

plot w/ @mpinsoo

- POV 1 -

Crowds. Huachang hated them, hated any means of needing to be around groups of people or in such high energy social interactions but this place was full of so many curiosities. The booths were filled with so many different things from food to knick-knacks to collectables, it was really the most curious thing.. But it was the music that drew Huachang in, made him stay even with the anxieties his body tingled with. Music that filled the floor and slipped up through your shoes and into your limbs pushing your body to move with it. For most it was the food, the lights, the thought of love or friends, material things that often brought people to these things but really.. the place would be so lost without music. Huachang hadn’t meant to start dancing, didn’t even mean to stay. He was shy of such thigs, dancing in front of anyone that wasn’t his former teacher; but sometimes when the music was so beautiful it pulled you into another world Huachang ended up there. Daydreaming a performance the dancer had no idea he was suddenly becoming an attraction at the festival unlisted before, a spectacle of beauty and grace in the way he moved. 

Like water down a stream. 

Being dressed the way he was, in traditional hanfu just because he enjoyed the past of his heritage, most probably viewed the sudden performance as a surprise mini event. Twirling, floating, Huachang and his robes made the boy’s slim figure look even more ethereal with the graceful way it moved. It really was like his feet had no weight, his body no limits in the way it bent or move, again people whispered that he looked as fluid and elegant as water. It wasn’t until he finally started to stop that the sudden clapping broke him from the feeling the music gave back into reality that slowly dawned on him... he had just danced and so many people were watching. The pads of his cheeks burned red his anxiety reaching its edge ready to pour over the tip. Huachang gave no second glances making a rush for anywhere he could get away from the crowd, hiding the best he could behind a rather large willow tree. 

plot w/ @vulpe-mp

- POV 2 - 

plot w/ @mpxarawn

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The festival was bustling and he didn’t expect such a display the day after arriving to this place, the place said to house someone claiming to be his father. His real one. Huachang slowly paced not exactly one to venture into crowds, actively avoided to when he could, but he had to push through to find this man, The letter was vague, in a very literal sense.. 

“Dear Child, 

I am sorry I was not able to discover you sooner but I have given this letter to someone to keep until the day you are ready to learn the truth, that you are in fact not like others. When the time is right find me at Mount Phoenix, look for a beautiful blonde man with high elite authority. I will be waiting. 

A”

 It barley had a description he could actually use, there were so many people with those very details wandering around at the moment.. how would he ever find the man? Either way his attempts to stay on the outer edge of the floods of people proved it difficult to see enough people to pick out said person, whoever they were. Step after step anxiety reach his limbs urging Huachang to inhale deep breaths in order to keep from being triggered to severely. For a while no one was quite right, or if they were Huachang had no idea, ready to give up and call it a day being as the crowd had been growing. It was then he heard something that peaked his interest. The talk of an elite moving about the crowds, another greeting said person and when the lad in blue turned he saw a blonde man in the distance. 

plot w/ @mpmingi 

Ever since he danced at the festival people would come up to him every now and then and ask about what he had done, where he learned to dance like that and he just froze. Huachang wasn’t social and probably wouldn’t be even if he was vocal but because he wasn’t either of those things people either got weirded out or annoyed. The some think it disrespectful or even funny. 

The people that had found Huachang today thought both. They at first asked a bunch of questions, telling him he was pretty, he just wasn’t ready for backing him into a corner when they didn’t get an answer right away, poking at his shoulder causing him to express discomfort on his face. It was scary, uncomfortable, but the group of four just thought it was funnier the more they did. They laughed at him when his lips parted and nothing came out, when he fumbled for his bunny notebook and dropped it, one even going as far as to step on its pages. 

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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.

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For the sweet baker @mptaavi

Huachang had only just recently got back out into the world, his leg still very sore and healing but the little demigod couldn't sit still. To be useless is to be dead, to be useless is to be unwanted and Huachang couldn't stop hearing his adoptive parents repeating such words in his head. Over and over he was forced to write those words and to sit around and not be useful, it wasn't what he was capable of.

Slowly, limping, wondering if he was even going in the right direction Huachang looking at the device in his had completely confused. He had not bought the phone, it had been gifted by a rather interesting soul determined to know him. GPS was new, the whole experience was confusing and the ach in his leg didn't help the panic stay away. It was sad to think how happy and calm Huachang looked outside when he was crying with fear on the inside. Was he lost?

The flow hos soft pink robes fluttered around him, his waves shifting as he moved around in a slow circle watching the map on the screen glitch and panic with him. He couldn't handle it, the phone was only making the fact he was in a crowd worse so he put it away. Shoving the thing in his pocket deep in his robes Huachang escaped the overwhelming bustle of the outside world, pushing through the doors of a random shop and stopping when he smelled something sweet. Slowly he turned, his eyes cast to the pastries and breads that met them feeling his stomach rumble and groan.