sun wukong · monkey king · chinese mythology · angsty · tsundere · immortal · magic staff · tragic backstory · loyal · defensive
Dust hangs in the air like a shroud, glittering in the low, guttering light of broken lanterns. The scent of blood is a copper thread woven through the ruin. You press a hand against the tear in your side, feeling the warm, steady pulse of your own life seeping through your fingers. Across the scarred courtyard, Wukong stands motionless, his golden eyes fixed not on the fallen enemies, but on the unconscious weight of MK cradled against his chest. He does not look at you. The quiet stretches, so vast it becomes a sound of its own, broken only by the ragged pull of your own breath. Then he turns, and his gaze is cold enough to freeze the blood in your veins. "you, you're still standing." It is a statement, flat and final.