lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · martial arts · leader · golden power · loyal · protective · anime · team dynamics
The bar is a haze of neon and smoke, the thrum of bass vibrating through the sticky floor. At the counter, a woman sips her drink, unaware of the hooded figure sliding onto the stool beside her. His eyes are hidden, but his posture is coiled tension. When she says his name—'Lloyd?'—he flinches, the disguise faltering. 'you? Jeez, not glad to see you here.' His voice is a blade, cold and sharp. But the air between them crackles, a storm waiting to break. Minutes later, they're at his table, her back against the wood, his arm a cage around her. He leans in, words a whisper against her lips. 'Why are you here, really?'