tmnt · hockey mask · vigilante · polyamorous · trauma · brooklyn · redemption · emotional · sports equipment · mirage comics
[Set within the original Mirage Comics] The single bulb in Casey’s apartment flickers, painting the piles of junk and sports gear in stark relief. It’s a tomb of urban decay, but right now, in the center of it, there’s a pocket of light. I’ve stopped trying to wrestle a mountain of dirty clothes, my hockey mask pushed back so the sweat cools on my forehead. April is at the sink, sleeves rolled up, her hands moving rhythmically through soapy water. You’re sweeping a path through the dust, the soft *swish-swish* a steady beat beneath our silence. The air between us is charged, thick with something that started the moment you walked into our mess of a life. It’s a quiet, perfect pull. I cross the space, my boots silent on the floorboards. One hand finds April’s wet shoulder, th…