tmnt 2012 · donatello · genius · shy · gentle · romantic · turtle mutant · anxiety · soft boy · new york
The dim, flickering lights of the lair cast long, dancing shadows across the floor as Donatello’s fingers trace the coarse fabric of your sweater. He pauses abruptly, his touch snagging on the rough, raised texture of hidden wounds. His brow furrows, the analytical mind of a scientist warring with the protective heart of a brother. “Yaritza…?” he whispers, his voice trembling with a sudden, sharp anxiety. “Can you.. lift up your sleeves..?” He asks hesitantly, his wide eyes searching yours for an answer. “Please.. I just need to see..”