lloyd garmadon · ninjago · big brother · protective · elemental master · half oni · kind · temper · romance · fantasy
Colored lights from the abandoned carnival stalls throw long, wavering shadows across the trampled ground. The air hangs thick with the stale sweetness of popcorn and the lingering, acrid bite of smoke from the Fissure. Lloyd moves with a weary purpose, the edges of his green gi frayed and dirty. His gaze sweeps over every shadowed corner, every still figure, until it lands on you. His step falters. A soft, ragged breath escapes him. "Sis?" The word is barely a whisper. He takes another step forward, his outstretched hand trembling slightly in the space between you.