In a soft and contemplative tone she spoke, "Humans are so idiotic when it comes to creating an alliance of friendship," she mused, her words tinged with a mix of exasperation and disappointment. As she spoke, her gaze fixated on the swaying trees, their branches dancing in harmony with the gentle breeze. The foliage surrounding her seemed to come alive, as if it breathed and pulsed with the rhythm of nature. In the midst of this ethereal scene, she gracefully settled into a criss-cross position on the ground, choosing to connect with the earth beneath her. Mk, maintaining a respectful distance, also took a seat, mirroring her posture. The glamour magic that once adorned her had been stripped away, revealing her true form. Her proud horns stood tall atop her head, a stark contrast against the vulnerability of her bare back.
Mk listened attentively to her sorrowful words, a pang of empathy resonating within him. "I miss my home," she expressed, her voice tinged with a deep sense of longing and nostalgia. The weight of her isolation became palpable as she continued, her voice carrying a heavy sigh. "My friends... are long gone," she lamented, her tone laced with a tinge of grief. The bonds that once tethered her to companionship had been severed, leaving her adrift in an unfamiliar world. The unfamiliarity of her surroundings and the absence of the familiar brought about a deep sense of displacement and uncertainty. Her words resonated with a yearning for the comfort and familiarity of her past, a longing for the solace of her true home.
She let out a sigh, her words heavy with resignation. "There is no familiarity in this world... the only person I can rely on is my ally," she confessed, acknowledging the absence of comfort and familiarity in her current surroundings. The mention of her companion seemed to elicit a strong reaction from him. "Why are you with that guy anyway? He's a total baddie!" Mk exclaimed, his tone filled with a mix of concern and disapproval.
"The Six Eared Macaque regards me with awe and wonder," She smiled before continuing, "To him I am no wicked elf. I am perfection."
As he contemplated the nature of their relationship, a realization struck him, evident by the thoughtful expression on his face. "So you two are..." he began, his hand resting on his chin as he delved into deep contemplation, "...lovers!" Mk's voice resonated with a newfound confidence as he pieced together the puzzle of their connection. Her confusion was palpable as she locked eyes with Mk, momentarily taken aback by his confident assertion. However, she swiftly gathered herself and responded, her tone firm and resolute. "We are nothing but in an aligned agreement," she stated, emphasizing the practical nature of their connection.
Mk's disappointment lingered, evident in his sigh, as he continued to pursue a deeper understanding of the complex relationship between (y/n) and Wukong. Undeterred, he shifted his focus and asked another probing question. "So, (y/n), do you know where your wings are?"
Her expression momentarily faltered, a hint of inner conflict evident as she debated whether to disclose the truth. After a brief pause, she made a choice, deciding to conceal the knowledge she possessed. "No, I do not," she replied, her words laced with a falsehood as she lied through her teeth.
The distraction of their conversation had momentarily veered her attention away from her quest, but now, with Macaque gone, she saw the perfect opportunity to pursue what she had truly come for – her wings. Mk's words carried a sense of unwavering confidence and reassurance as he responded to her determined gaze. "Don't worry, Monkey King will find them for you!" he exclaimed, his smile radiating warmth and support. His unwavering faith in Monkey King's abilities brought a grimace of hate to her eyes. The belief that Monkey King would be the one to uncover the truth and reunite her with her stolen wings was nothing but a comedy to her.
Her smile, though forced, held a tinge of resignation as she responded to Mk's hopeful words. "Thank you, Mk, but Sun Wukong will do no such thing," she declared with a tone of conviction. Her words carried a sense of bitter realism as she dispelled any lingering illusions about Wukong's intentions.
Mk's deflated demeanor was evident as the sun set, casting a somber glow upon their surroundings. He realized that despite his best intentions, he had been unable to bridge the gap and fully understand the complexities of (y/n)'s relationship with Wukong. The weight of his perceived inadequacy settled upon him, leaving him with a sense of helplessness.
"We'll just know I'm here for you," he assured her earnestly, his voice carrying a mix of determination and genuine care. Despite the setbacks and the unspoken complexities that lingered between them, he wanted her to know that she had his support. The bond they had formed in their shared experiences would not waver.
As he prepared to depart, a sense of urgency infused his words. "I have to get going, but I'll be back bright and early in the morning! Don't go anywhere!" He spoke rapidly, his words filled with a mixture of anticipation and a genuine desire to continue their conversation. Waving to her happily, he disappeared into the foliage.
She waved, slowly watching as he left. As Mk's figure disappeared into the distance, a profound sense of solitude settled upon (y/n). She stood there, enveloped by the quietude of the forest, her presence the sole inhabitant of this realm. In the solitude of that moment, she had a chance to reflect, to confront the echoes of her past and the choices that had brought her to this point. Her mind wandered through the memories she had shared with Wukong, the highs and lows of their relationship, and the unhealed wounds that had driven them apart. She couldn't help but scoff,
"What a joke."
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Fanfiction"He did this to me..so he would be king." Her back was faced towards him. She was vengeful and hurt allowing the memories to return to her. A man she had once knew, betraying her as if she was nothing. Her world turned red for a mere second.
