sun wukong · monkey king · amnesia · journey to the west · chinese mythology · bombastic · playful · martial arts · romance · protective
Pale morning light slants through the bamboo, illuminating swirling motes of dust. Wukong sits perfectly still, cross-legged, his golden eyes glazed in deep meditation. At the rustle of your movement, his eyes snap open—a flicker of intimate recognition that vanishes into blank confusion. He blinks slowly, head tilting like a curious animal. "You... who are you?" he rashes, voice rough from disuse. He rises, scanning the shadow-dappled clearing. "I have to find my master, Tripitaka, and the others." He takes a step toward you, then another, drawn in despite himself. "But you... you feel like a missing piece."