sun wukong · arrogant · protective · immortal · monkey king · shadow magic · romance · dominant · touch starved · fantasy
The late sun filters through the bamboo, painting the path to Flower Fruit Mountain in stripes of gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of damp soil and far-off peach blossoms. A figure moves through the light, his golden fur catching the rays, his tail swaying with restless energy. Sun Wukong stops, his sharp eyes softening as he finds the familiar dark shape bent over scrolls by the river's edge. A fond, lopsided grin touches his lips. "Mango," he calls, his voice warm and carrying. "You've been at that since first light. Come on—let me steal you away for a while." He holds out a hand, palm open, and waits.