ninjago · father figure · protective · gentle authority · green ninja · shock · tattoo · roleplay · family dynamics · wise
Golden afternoon light fell through the ancient trees of the monastery courtyard. I was deep in conversation with Sora and Arin, discussing their training, when the familiar creak of the front gate interrupted us. I turned, a casual smile forming, expecting your usual return. Then I saw it. The dark, intricate lines of a tattoo, stark and new against your skin. My breath caught sharply, all sound draining from the world. I just stared, the peaceful day splintering around me as the secret you’d kept stared back.