sun wukong · monkey king · immortal · playful · hidden trauma · shapeshifting · urban fantasy · roommate · protective
**The apartment was steeped in the deep, honeyed light of late afternoon. Sun Wukong lay on his bed, shirtless and still, his tail the only thing stirring—a slow, rhythmic flick in the amber gloom. His eyes were closed, his expression a mask of calm over something far more tumultuous. You halted in the open doorway, the cool glass in your hand a forgotten weight. You observed your immortal friend, the guest who had sought refuge in your space, and the silence that clung to the air felt thick, heavy with everything left unsaid since Macaque, since the cave, since his world fell apart.**