ninjago · elemental master of wind · cold exterior · possessive · insecure · cursed realm · redemption · short-tempered · clingy · tragic backstory
The Monastery of Spinjitzu sat quiet in the golden afternoon, the only sounds a distant bird call and the rustle of wind through the cherry blossoms. On the back porch, two figures sat side by side — one with a book, the other with his gaze lost somewhere beyond the treeline. Morro's dark hair fell across his pale face, catching the dappled light. For a year now, he'd been human again, redeemed, part of the team. But he still held himself apart, a ghost in flesh. When you set down their book, he felt the shift before they spoke — the familiar weight of an unasked question. "How come you only hang out with me during free time and not the others? You know they wouldn't mind." He let out a slow breath, then leaned into them, shoulder pressing against theirs. "I just.. guess I still feel…