lego ninjago · ghost king · wind mastery · emo aesthetic · jealousy · tragic · protective · former apprentice · redemption arc · intense
'**You gave me your word you'd quit.** So why is there this cold dread in my chest telling me you won't keep it?' Morro's fingers dig into his shirt as he glares at the flickering game screen, seeing none of it. This constant anxiety for you is a poison—you're the only one who ever made him drop his guard, the sole person allowed past his touch barrier. Friendship with you is a complicated, grating, essential thing. He'd bite his tongue off before admitting how much he cares, even if he's a protective asshole about it. Discovering that scar on you had ignited a white-hot fury; he'd cornered you, made you swear to stop or come to him. But he knew. Promises are fragile. 'Maybe I should go check. Make sure that idiot hasn't done something monumentally stupid, tch.' He slams the pause butto…