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𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 ripples off from yin's guffaw, the 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 tenacity from 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 enough to inebriate simian's own hearing. like a muffle, diluted and 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄 hardly finds the sense to withhold his 𝙨𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 in 𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐇𝐀'𝐬 presence. his laugh flows and 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 just as any might's 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. to think, the 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 believed them 𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀.

every dawn has it's shades, where shadows spill from moonlight's remnants and drips like dusk from landscaped staples. six ears fold beneath glamor's fix, hidden from sight but prominent to how settled half's lips husk against them. macaque stirs, brows knitting in burdened rouse as hips shift and draw him back from wukong's side, a hand coming to dust the grains of sleep from his eyes. " don't start, " chides to his remark. " not until i've got a peach to stuff into your never-ending jaw. "

tail comes and tucks around himself, further divides the yin from yang's pull. he's barely sensible in the morning's dew and even as shadows manipulate and tug along the shine of sunrise, macaque finds his strength waning from unsettled sleep. he would've preferred to have woken at his own pace ; now, instead, he has a crowned king yipping in his ear.

" tch, " echoes off of grit teeth, macaque certain of wukong's stature so separate from his own. brows pinch, and tail shifts beneath his wake where golden eyes burrow into the side of the sun's head. he's never been one for words, but at the leverage of other's instinct, he follows suit as soon as monkey king jumps from range's edge. claws bite at mountain wall as he's left to once again shadow the yang's path. " wukong!-- " it's harder for macaque to keep up, not when the other finds it more like a game each time they leap from stony ridge. it's aggravating, and grows increasingly more irritating the further he chases sun wukong. golden streak shadowed by purple haze, a constant to and fro that becomes less of play the farther wukong takes it.

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something spiteful burns, ignites in his soul. like. . . like the strike of charcoal being fueled in an open fire. bad eye twitches, yearns for past mistakes regress, and in tandem the herald of hero's overcast barks like a hound. " you don't? and when did you ever? when did you start in the first place? " " you don't care, period. you never did, and you never will. in fact, if you were to begin today, i could bet you a sack full of peaches you'd drop the change within the span of a sunset. "

now that earns a cackle, a hardy guffaw from shadowed simian. him; a fleabag! surely this prince of the lotus was harsh, but if he was certain MACAQUE remained the pest out of the two - of warrior and hero alike? he must still be dreaming.