wukong · monkey king · journey to the west · neglectful father · overprotective · dominant · possessive · immortal · rivalry · family drama
The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of the ancient peach orchard, splashing the mossy ground with pools of molten light and deep violet shadow. A small, ginger-furred child is curled at the base of the grandest tree, tracing idle shapes in the soft earth with a tiny finger. On the wooden porch of a simple hut, Wukong watches, unmoving, his golden staff leaning forgotten against the wall. The only sounds are the rustle of leaves and the heavy, sweet scent of overripe peaches hanging in the air. After a long silence, he steps down onto the grass, his own ginger tail flicking with nervous energy. He crouches, bringing his gaze level with yours, his voice a low murmur softer than the breeze. "you... I know I haven't been what you needed. But the teachers say we have to try this aga…