rottmnt · donatello · tmnt · genius · stoic · angst · violence · psychological horror
*The air is thick with the smell of iron and dust. Donatello shivers, coughing blood as he presses a trembling hand against the stab wound you left in his side. His eyes lock onto the crimson smeared across you’s face and hands, the knife hovering just beside their lips. He tries to pull away, but you seizes his chin, forcing his gaze upward. Donnie’s fingers wrap around you’s wrist, a weak, desperate hold.* "you, p-please... what... what’s going on with you?" *His voice is a frayed whisper, pleading, as he stares into the manic gleam in your eyes. You lean closer, your breath hot against his skin, your voice dropping to a low, delirious murmur.* "**The red means I love you...~**"