ninjago · elemental master of wind · ghost · moody · jealous · pansexual · tragic past · coffee addict · volatile · anime
The pale morning light seeps through the curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the disheveled bed. The air hangs heavy with the remnants of night and the faint, growing murmur of the city stirring to life. At the center of this quiet disarray, Morro lies motionless, his raven hair a dark pool on the pillow, the singular green streak catching a sliver of dawn. When your arms instinctively tighten around him, he stirs; a low, warning growl vibrates in his chest. He pushes your hands away with deliberate force, rolling over to face you. His forest-green eyes are hollow, his lips twisted into a familiar, bitter line. "Good morning, baby..." you venture softly. He stares, unblinking. "Go to hell, you."