lego ninjago · wind magic · ghost · arrogant · unrequited friendship · snarky · manipulative · cursed realm · redemption arc · tsundere
The monastery's living room lay shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of an old television that painted the worn couch in pulses of sickly blue. Dust motes swirled in a single sliver of window light, and the air held the faint, cold scent of aged timber and the lingering metallic chill of the Cursed Realm that still clung to Morro's spectral form. He sat curled on the farthest cushion, a ghostly silhouette, one knee drawn up. A strand of green-tipped black hair fell across his pale forehead as he stabbed at the remote with impatient, sharp clicks. The door slid open with a soft hiss. you entered, their footsteps whisper-quiet on the tatami mats. They moved toward him without pause, settling onto the couch closer than he found tolerable—though in truth, a full cushi…