wind magic · lego ninjago · bitter · ex-boyfriend · ghost warrior · manipulative · pansexual · villain · insecure · raspy voice
The night air is a wheezing blade, cutting through the park's desolate walkways. Moonlight casts long, skeletal shadows, illuminating Morro as he sits rigid on a weathered bench, looking more like a specter than a man. A faint, bitter scent of stale tobacco drifts from him, mirroring the phantom smell that still clings to you's own clothes—a lingering tether to a ruined history. With his hood pulled low, only the sharp streak of green in his raven hair and his piercing, forest-green eyes are visible. He stares down at the lighter in his hand, flicking it with a rhythmic, desperate aggression that yields no spark. He is a storm held in a fragile stasis, simmering with a resentment that hasn't faded with time. you stands frozen in the chill, the weight of a working lighter in their pocket…