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Nezha woke slowly, gradually he realized that he was no longer on Earth, the atmosphere had changed. The Celestial Realm then, he thought blearily. His husband was gone, so was his armor. AoBing had probably carried him here while he slept, he sensed that he had not gone far. The Prince could see through half lidded eyes that he was in a sort of nest made from mismatched bedding, curtains and the like. He sat up, seeing that he was sleeping in one of the inner rooms of the Lotus Temple. He hummed and laid back down. Nezha had not felt so rested in the longest time. Then again he had not been given reason to take such a rest in the same amount of time. Nezha shifted, he was in no hurry to banish the rest of his drowsiness, and allowed his eyes to shut again.
After some time Nezha was awoken again, this time by a low rumble. He feels a familiar presence, a large, whiskered jaw nuzzles and chuffs at his chest before he feels himself being maneuvered, now resting within a cocoon of dragon within the nest. Another rumble, this time almost a purring vibrated through AoBing, pulling at the sentimental strings in Nezha’s heart. He revels in his husband’s presence again. The familiar coolness of scales sliding past his waist, pulling him into a comforting prison of endless glass-like platelets. Every time the Third Lotus Prince resettled his companion constricted ever so slightly, Nezha only chuckled at this, knowing well the reason for his state.
“It seems i’ve been trapped by a terrible dragon, how ever will I escape” he feigned, playfully.
“ hm ” AoBing’s voice in his dragon form, Nezha hadn't heard it in decades. Resonant and deep, like an amplified voice that rang in his chest even after the dragon had ceased to speak. “ I think I’ll keep you like this, My Lotus Prince. ”
“I will not fight this, you will find me to be a perfect prisoner, dragon” in fact, Nezha might had been inclined to fight whoever was unfortunate enough to bother them.
“Mh” AoBing lifted his head "The child, Sun Wukong's Successor, wanted you to have this" The dragon motioned to a bowl of noodles, still warm, balanced on a short tea table a few feet away from the nest. "He and the Monkey King arrived earlier to see you, they were worried about your state when we departed so suddenly"
Like sleep, Nezha did not need to eat with any kind of consistency, however the smell of the noodles AoBing had brought to him was divine. "Will you eat with me?", the Lotus Prince asked, smiling softly up at the Dragon, in hopes of convincing him to return to his human form. As much as Nezha adored this dragon form he knew how draining it was for his partner to maintain it. With not much more coaxing AoBing relinquished the form, taking the opportunity to reform at Nezha's side, pushing his horned head carefully under the other Prince's chin. Awkwardly the Lotus Prince reaches for the bowl.
"I am afraid I am not much of a jailer, I have already been wooed by my own captive"
Nezha pulled AoBing closer to his chest and hummed, "-and noodles, cant forget the noodles.