#asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

"be honest... can we ever be friends again?" [From Wukong to Macaque]

Be honest

Words failed the shadow. Out of countless possibilities, he did not expect those to leave the other's mouth. His eyes did not leave Wukong as a harsh ache filled his chest. For a moment, he worried the parasite had not left him. But he found that was not the case. No, this was a different ache inside his core. One he had often tried to smother until it didn't matter once he was infected.

Emotions.

Perhaps that was too simplified.

Grief was a prominent one, but it swirled with his resentment and tainted those old memories. Tainted the longing for better days and when he could lay by the other's side and simply...be.

Now you say it, a nasty voice piped up inside him against those soft emotions. Now you ask? As if you have the right to? Do you really think you can just ignore all that's happened and go back to how things were? I knew you were stupid but fuck, way to exceed expectations.

Oh, there were a lot of things he could say. There were a lot of things he could say to shove the other away. To shove those emotions deep into the pit inside him where they belonged. Where they could go and die.

He considered it, eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms over his chest.

But...

His gaze softened slightly, the crease in his brow smoothing before he looked away. "...I don't know." His arms shifted, wrapping more around himself as he stared out at the horizon. "I don't know, Wukong."

"Things are a mess."

#void mutimuse #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 ASK MEME

[shadowyspectre]

would he blame you for his condition? or do you think he wouldn't be surprised you fucked him over?

"Shut up." He hissed, but their words echoed in his head. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Red swallowed his vision and his claws sunk in. His words trailed into a roar that ripped from his throat. He tore at them, splattering blood along the ground as he took out his full rage on them. Damn them! Damn them! How dare they fucking keep going. He'll rip them into a bloody mess. He swore, he swore he was going to make an example of this one.

"SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. YOU'RE JUST A PEST. A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PEST SPOUTING SUCH LIES. WUKONG IS FINE, HE'S FINE!!!"

Flesh gave way under the force of his wrath, those claws kept going, and for a moment, the glamor of his trinket wavered under the magic exploding from him. Purple eyes surrounded by black sclera were narrowed with rage. But it snapped back into place, leaving only furious amber. "SUN WUKONG WOULD NOT BE DEFEATED BY THAT THING, THAT FUCKING BLIGHT ON THIS REALM. HE WOULD TEAR IT ASUNDER AND LAUGH AT ITS ATTEMPT."

He kept going until he dropped the lump of flesh to the ground. He took gulping breaths, knees wobbling as he backed up. They buckled underneath him, sending him falling onto them. Blood soaked all the way up his sleeves. He stared down at his wet hands, scarlet dripping from them like water flowing through his fingers. He clenched them into fists, falling forward until his forehead hit the ground. He remained there, hunched over as he wheezed. Wetness dripped down his cheeks and he closed his eyes tightly, burrowing his face against the earth harder. He wished it would swallow him up.

"He's fine," the words were a low keen against the dirt, "He's fine. I know he's fine."

But why did it sound like he was trying to convince himself?

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #{ ooh boy } #{ now look what you've done. he's gone and made a mess now jdfjfdj }

[shadowyspectre]

"Watch your step. I just cleaned."

He froze, one foot hovering over the polished floor. The simian's eyes darted from her to the ground a couple times. There was...definitely dirt on him. Probably so, so much dirt. Slowly he brought his foot back to him, resting it on the ground.

The sage fiddled with his hands awkwardly, his tail curling at the tip. Ah, definitely couldn't go inside then. He supposed he could just stay out here then.

#lunarlxdy #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #hari don't look

[shadowyspectre]

...carefully, wukong takes his shoulder, and pulls him into a hug.

"ignore them. they don't know what they're talking about. your wukong will be fine."

The touch made him flinch, a harsh hiccup of a cry leave him as he was pulled into the other's embrace. His hands pushed at him for a moment, but he melted against the other. Fingers cling to the other tightly, and he trembled.

Wetness soaked into the other's shirt, eyes closing tightly. He had to be okay, he had to be. His breathing hitched as he gripped the other like a desperate man. He was. He was desperate.

#qicixian #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #{ weeps softly }

[shadowyspectre]

do you know where he is anyway? he could have what you got

The first question made him tense but he was keen on ignoring them. But then they just had to say something, didn't they? Rage sparked inside of him at the mere possibility. No. NO. He had kept an eye on the mountain, he was sure the king was fine. He was up in seconds, hand wrapped tight around their throat. The simian lifted them above his head, higher than his six-foot frame. His claws dug in, drawing blood. While that other Wukong had spared one, Macaque had no such compunction. The ebony bared large fangs, shaking them like a rag doll. "DON'T." It hadn't taken long for the being to get on his bad side. "Don't even insinuate that. If you keep going—"

His free hand pressed against their stomach, a warning. His claws dug slightly into the flesh, his body shaking. The thing in his chest writhed, making his mood even sourer.

"I will rip your innards out and hang you with them."

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #{ OHOHO I LOVE THIS PLS BE MEAN TO HIM MORE } #{ i'm so loving when people poke the bear } #{ it's always so nice to write the character lose their shit } #{ oh pls let me know if I should tag anything }

[shadowyspectre]

(from crossed-worlds) (Sunny to Macaque)

"Oh, will you stop your growling! You're the one who lost control first!" At least he had learned his lesson, both keeping his glamour up and remaining high up in a tree to keep away from the darker simian...it was enough proximity to soothe the burning from that damn mark. Sunny wasnt relaxed either, fur bristled up and on high guard. "Dont go blaming me! You didnt even bother to warn me! Besides... the marks fade in a few months, we just have to tolerate each other until then."

"Excuse me?" The ebony simian slammed his fist into the tree, the impact shaking it. His words were a roar, filled to the brim with his fury. If he didn't think he'd be knocked down, he'd hop that damn tree and strangle the other. "You shouldn't have wasted time! You butted your nose into my business!"

His claws tore into the bark, shredding off pieces. The Shadow threw his hands up in the air with a heavy snarl. The burst of emotion made the parasite inside him twist painfully in his chest. He turned away, tail lashing behind him like a whip. His fur was puffed up, his jaw aching from how he was clenching his teeth.

"YOURS will! Fucking Buddha, you're an idiot! Here they're for life unless I remove it!"

Or tear it out, an option that was growing more appealing the longer they screamed at each other. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he trusted himself to be close to the other. Murder was a very heavy thought in his mind.

Just his damn luck to have bitten another Wukong. It didn't matter if Sunny wasn't exactly one anymore, it still counted.

#crossed-worlds #crossed worlds #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

You really are all alone now, but isn't that something you Macaques want?

"Stop," the word was a whine as his claws dug deeper. He fell onto his side, curling up tight. His tail wrapped around himself and he burrowed his face against his knees. "Just...just stop..." his voice cracked.

"...leave me alone." he curled up tighter, as if he could make himself smaller. "stop talking...you've had your fun. Just...go away. " He knew he was alone, and all he wanted to was to really be alone. To sit in his own thoughts and not have this person mocking him. It felt like they were pulling out all his worst fears and pieces and attacking him with them. What was the purpose? Was it just for fun?

"Go bother someone else."

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

he failed. he probably choked as it swarmed him, as it clung to him. but nobody came and it drowned him

He clutched his head, breaths coming out as harsh gasps. His hands clamped over his ears as if he could force the sound to stop coming to him. "Stop," he pleaded. "Stop it! Stop it!"

Macaque's claws gripped at his mane, a scream bubbling in his throat. "StopstopstopstopstopstopstopSTOPSTOP!" His glamor flickered, blood dripping from his nose. "Liar! Liar!" Tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to curl in on himself. His hands did nothing to stop the mocking. It echoed in his head and he wanted to scream and SCREAM.

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

look at all these wukongs. do you really think he stood a change?

"Shut up," he hissed, straightening. "Shut your fucking mouth!" He pointed a shaking claw at them, teeth grinding hard against each other. "He's better. He's better!"

"It's fucking Sun Wukong, he wouldn't fail to something like that." His voice shook, but he fought to keep the strands inside him from unraveling further. He would not break, he would not break to this faceless thing.

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #{ oh boy. you really want him to break don't you }

[shadowyspectre]

he lost, macaque. wukong lost. there's nothing you can do to deny this. /he failed./

His fingers dug into his palms and he shook his head once, and then again. "FUCK OFF." he snarled, and he lifted his head. "He wouldn't, he wouldn't lose to that thing. I did because I was foolish, he wouldn't...he wouldn't..."

No. He couldn't let them get to him. They're lying. What do they know? They don't know anything.

"Shut up!" he shrieked, swiping at the new grey being. "Stop trying to get in my head. I know him, I know Wukong! There's no way he could lose to it in a fight." His hands trembled, the parasite feeling heavy in his chest.

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #{ ohoho! another one! }

[shadowyspectre]

had any other nightmares about wukong?

"Ooooh boy," he huffed, not turning to look at the being next to him.

"Pal, you better just turn round while you're ahead. Didn't you see what happened to your buddy?" He rubbed at the back of his neck, partially wanting to throw himself over the cliff and onto the ledge below. He was not in the mood for this.

Heck, maybe he should throw them off the cliff. But who knows? Maybe they'd get the hint.

#anonymous #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #{ OOH SHIT HI THERE } #{ I HADN'T ACTUALLY EXPECTED AN ANON JKFJKFDKJDF }

[shadowyspectre]

Tightening the last of the bandages on his arm he gripped the golden staff in his hand tight as he found who he had been looking for. He should've known that after the defeat of Lady Bone Demon that word would get around about it and even then there was those who remained loyal to her work. Those people having kidnapped MK as a plan of revenge for what happened, he wasn't able to save MK bu the kid had thrown the staff to him before he was gone.

Now he was having to ask for Macaque's help as he was the only one that might be able to and even then Wukong wasn't sure if he would. They weren't exactly on the best of terms and he wasn't sure if Macaque and the kid's relationship would be enough to have Macaque work together with him. However, he didn't have much of a choice here. They had to get MK back and he would do whatever it took to make that happen. "Macaque, I need your help with something and it cannot wait."

Macaque looks at the other for a long moment, holding open the door of his dojo. He cocks his head to the side, leaning his hip against the doorframe. "What does Qitian Dasheng need from me?" The shadow's tail ticks behind him. There's no doubt he is displeased seeing the sage here. In fact, he's half-tempted to slam the door. Whatever Wukong was here for, he wants no part of it. Gods how he is annoyed by seeing his face.

"My, it's such a surprise you show up at my dojo."

Guess the kid must've ratted out the location, or Wukong sniffed him out. Though the fact the king himself is here sets off alarm bells in his head. Still, the ebony simian keeps the mask on. He can fake being unbothered very easily. He can fake being disinterested.

#cosmicxblossoms #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place.

a comprehensive list of scenarios

The first thing that he heard was the steady sound of something dripping. He wasn't sure if it was a busted pipe or if he'd fallen asleep in the bathroom again. He tried, but that facet had a mind of its own. But the more it continued, the more he began to suspect something was...off. The sound just didn't sound right. Awareness tugged at his mind, making his fingers twitch. The floor didn't feel like the tile of his bathroom or the soft carpet of his room. No, it was rougher. Bits of stone dug into his palms, into his cheek, and his knees.

After a small struggle, he finally managed to pry his eyes open. Darkness. Well, that certainly helped his situation. Sarcasm aside, it was incredibly dark. He could barely see a foot in front of him. Why was the room so dark? Slowly, he shifted and got smacked with dread.

He shifted again, and there it was...chains. He let out a small groan, head falling back against the stone. Now that he was awake, he could feel a throb at the back of his head. What the heck hit him? Slowly, MK forced himself to move. Sitting up brought on a wave of nausea. He wanted to lay back down but there were more important things. Like figuring out where he was.

MK lifted a hand, rubbing at the back of his head. Dried blood cracked lightly under his fingers, flecks spreading over them. He didn't feel any injuries, maybe they healed already? He squinted down, moving his hand so he could stare at the shackle on his wrist. His eyes followed the chain as best as he could, seeing it end at a connection point to the wall behind him. He lifted his other hand but it jerked and stopped.

He frowned, pulling again before freezing. After a couple of seconds, he pulled again lighter. Something was on the other end.

And it was not connected to a wall like his other hand.

It was connected to a person.

"....oh jeepers."

#sxnsetqueen #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐤/𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 ASK MEME

[shadowyspectre]

"Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!"

"Oh? How long are you going to keep that excuse?" He hummed, leaning over as he dug a hand into his bag of peach chips. Despite the ferociousness of the movement, it was surprisingly quiet.

"I know your eyes were shut during the movie."

He popped a chip into his maw, leaning back over to his side of the couch. The king's tail flicked this way and that, a content rumble leaving him. Sure, he was poking fun...but he didn't mind. It was nice to just spend time with his daughter her. If she wanted to sleep during the movie that was more than okay for him.

Though if she was nodding off, perhaps she should head to bed..

#sxnsetqueen #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

"Let me handle it from here."

He never wanted to have people dragged into his mess. If he had his way, he would keep everything on his shoulders. He could handle the weight of his old sins.

Now there he was, dealing with his mess and...and...gods, what was with her? Did she really think it was a good idea to not listen to him and take the out?

"No, you're going back home." His tone was rough, and golden eyes glared over at her. Honestly, was she going to make this difficult? Was that how this crap was going to go? She needed to leave and go back. He was sure Macaque was losing his shit.

If the damn shadow wasn't already on his way.

"Just go back. I can handle one demon."

#sxnsetqueen #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

(from crossed-worlds) (Wukong to Macaque)

Metalic golden fur, eyes like golden suns on red skies... Wukong was far taller than the fragment had been. Sunny was still there of course, he was Wukong's emotions, he would never truely be gone. But Wukong....given what all he had been through back home he just needed space away from the mountian. It wasn't like he could really hide his aura: demon and buddha, sinner and saint, immortal beyond any other being in this realm....the king was back. And he wasn't quite sure how to handle that.

He did however still sense that pull towards another, he was strong enough to resist it however. But...that didnt mean the other was. He turned his head when he sensed the shadow, the King's tail swaying behind him as he turned around enough to face the darker monkey. "...Macaque..." That voice was tired, full of regret and a sadness that only thousands of years of mistakes could carry. "....Don't worry, Sunny's still here...but I'm afraid I'm not about to break again anytime soon."

An itch, that was one way to describe the pull. A gods forsaken itch that he couldn't scratch, trust him, he tried. No, he had no choice but to either deal with it or follow it. For the first time in a while, he did the latter. The shadow was in a bad mood already when he arrived. False gold stared down at the other from the tree he settled into. It had been easy to spot something off with the simian. It was more the height, really.

Macaque's fur bristled upon hearing that voice. Immediately, his posture became more cautious. His tail slapped at the tree, hands tucked behind his back.

"Who are you."

There were certainly a few ideas floating around. However, the words 'I'm not about to break again anytime soon' certainly helped narrow things down. At least, a bit. Staring down at the other's eyes created a chasm of conflicting emotions. The ebony simian gripped at the uneasiness and used it as a shield.

@crossed-worlds

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #asks. ≪ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ≫ #hari don't look