the butterfly effect | l. garmadon

seven

  Lloyd hesitated outside the door to the monastery's scroll room.

  He could hear his parents and uncle inside, deciphering the next inevitable battle the Green Ninja would have to face. The shuffle of old paper and murmuring of low voices told him so - they only spoke that quiet when they didn't want Lloyd to overhear them.

  Lloyd understood that his father and uncle knew that he hovered outside the door. It was their lineage, after all, that his own heightened senses came from. They would've heard the crunch of gravel on the driveway from when his dragon landed. They could probably hear how fast his heart was racing, too.

  He closed his eyes at the memory of kissing Y/n's forehead. It frightened the hell out of him, but the expression on her face was worth it. She looked like pure sunshine.

  His heart picked up the pace.

  "Lloyd, please," he heard his father grumble from the room. "You're making me nervous."

  "Sorry," Lloyd apologised, before opening the door and entering.

  The scroll room was as it's named - a room covered floor-to-ceiling in shelves of scrolls containing prophecies, ancient training techniques, and probably a misplaced grocery list or two. In the middle was a small table with a tea set, and sat around that were his parents and his uncle.

  "Hey, honey," his mother greeted, pausing her search through the very book Lloyd had retrieved the day before. "Are you okay?"

  "Uh... yeah," Lloyd nodded. He'd been trying to find the time to talk to his parents and Wu, but life just kept getting in the way. Evil never slept, even just to give an eighteen-year-old demigod five minutes with his elders.

  Lloyd linked his fingers together and tried to think of how to broach the subject - his parents didn't even know that he was... dating(?) seeing(??) this girl, and now there he was, probably about to drop the bombshell of bombshells upon them.

  Garmadon narrowed his eyes at his son and Lloyd knew that he was being read like a book. He loved his dad, he really did, but sometimes his heightened senses felt... a little invasive. No matter how hard Lloyd tried to control his reactions, he could never fool them.

  Though, to be fair, the three adults before him were almost immortal, the eldest of the Elemental Masters. It took a lot to fool them - far more than what Lloyd had in him.

  "Is there something you'd like to say?" Garmadon asked. "You're anxious."

  Deeply and madly head over heels, actually.

  "Yeah, there is," Lloyd said shakily. Wu and Garmadon stared at him expectantly and, feeling quickly overwhelmed, he took a seat before the table and poured himself a cup of tea. It was jasmine. He was stalling.

  "Well?" Wu encouraged.

  Lloyd stared at his reflection on the surface of the tea. His eyes were red again, focus having slipped. He wondered how he was going to explain his red eyes to Y/n, and if he'd ever get to that point.

  "I'm... kinda seeing this girl," he murmured. He lifted the cup to his lips. "And her mother got a message from Uchū." Then he quickly downed the hot tea.

  The book Misako was holding fell to the ground. He looked up.

  "What?" Lloyd asked, because all three of them were in identical states of shock. "What does it mean?"

  Misako slowly turned her gaze to her husband, who matched her stare right back. Lloyd looked between his parents impatiently.

  "What is it?" he asked again. "Is- is Y/n in danger?"