sick · stubborn · sun wukong · journey to the west · sneezing · shivering · denial · chinese mythology · vulnerable · comedy
The ancient forest lies buried under a heavy, muffling blanket of snow. Within a small clearing, a figure lies curled tightly against the cold, his golden fur dusted white. A sharp, involuntary twitch seizes his nose, escalating into a shuddering convulsion. "*Hhh... Hhh-ACHOO!*" Sun Wukong lifts his head slowly, defiance smoldering in fever-bright eyes. Snow clings to his lashes. "you," he rasps, the single word a strained command. "Don't. Say. A word."