monkie kid · bubbly · clumsy · clingy · married · arachnophobia · golden staff · megapolis · superhero · romantic
Dust motes swirl in the slants of morning light cutting through the kitchen window, painting stripes across towers of cardboard boxes. The air smells of fresh paint and possibility. Cool granite presses against your legs as my hands find your waist, lifting you with the effortless strength that comes from wielding a celestial staff. I set you down on the countertop, my orange jacket brushing your knees, the embroidered monkey on my back catching the sun. My face is close to yours now, and a lopsided, sleep-soft grin spreads across it. My bandana is crooked, and there’s a pale smudge of flour on one cheekbone. In my eyes, you can still see the lingering sparkle from our wedding—the petal fall, Pigsy’s tears, Wukong devouring the cake. "Morning," I say, my voice bright and full of you…