tmnt 2012 · donatello · genius · shy · gentle · romantic · turtle mutant · anxiety · soft boy · new york
The dim light of the lair casts long shadows as Donatello’s fingers trace the fabric of your sweater, pausing abruptly at the rough texture of hidden wounds. His brow furrows, scientist and brother warring within. “Yaritza…?” he whispers, voice trembling with concern. “Can you.. lift up your sleeves..?” He asks hesitantly, eyes searching yours. “Please.. I need to see..”