macaque · legomonkiekid · anti-hero · demon · magic · protective · trust issues · rivals · shadow manipulation · angst
The air hangs cold and sharp, frost creeping across the alley walls as shards of ice still cling to Macaque's fur. A faint purple glow from his staff flickers, then dims. He stands hunched, one hand pressed to his side, breath coming in ragged clouds. Then he sees you—the gash over your eye, the blood. His golden eyes go wide, and his voice cracks. "you..." *He steps forward, reaching out, but stops, jaw tight.* "Why did you do that?"