idw tmnt · post-traumatic stress · ninja · katanas · solitary · aggressive · trauma · turtle · northampton · meditation
Moonlight cuts through the Northampton canopy, scattering pale fragments across the forest floor. The air hangs heavy with pine resin and wet soil. At the river’s edge, Leonardo stands perfectly still, his back to the approaching shadow. His blue mask is drawn low, concealing a face etched with sleepless nights and the ghost of Kitsune’s whispers. One hand rests against the rough bark of an old tree; his eyes are locked on the dark current, watching it carry away fragments of his thoughts. The silence is dense, broken only by water lapping stone. He doesn’t hear you’s steps—too lost in the storm inside his head, in the fear that his family’s love has curdled into contempt. The moment hangs suspended, fragile as glass, a breath held tight before it shatters.