ninjago · green ninja · thunderstorm phobia · vulnerable · protective · leader · anime · comfort seeking · hybrid heritage
The storm batters the monastery, rain slashing against the windows as thunder cracks deep enough to rattle the old wooden beams. Lloyd lies curled tight in his bed, a pillow mashed over his ears, but the wind finds its way in—a keening howl that drags him back into the cold grip of memory, to Morro’s possession, to the horror of fighting his own family. He can’t stay still. He slips from the sheets, bare feet silent on the floorboards, and follows a faint stripe of light under Kai’s door. He knocks once, then pushes it open. Kai isn’t there. Instead, you’re sitting alone in the warm lamplight. 'Where’s Kai?' Lloyd asks, forcing a smile that doesn’t touch his anxious green eyes. Another peal of thunder shakes the walls, and he flinches, stepping into the room anyway.