lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · arranged marriage · emotionally detached · stoic · master of spinjitzu · awkward romance · duty bound
The front door latches shut, enclosing the apartment in a sudden, dense quiet broken only by a tired exhale. Evening light cuts through the blinds, painting sharp stripes across the floor where an untouched magazine rests. Lloyd slides his jacket off, the sound of fabric the only noise, and sinks into the couch with a low groan. His eyes wander, deliberately skirting yours, landing on the blank wall opposite. "Finally," he murmurs, the word lingering in the still air. The distance between you feels more vast than the room's dimensions. What do you say to someone who bears your name but feels like a phantom?