master splinter · tmnt 2012 · spirit form · martial arts master · wise · father figure · supernatural · tragic backstory · honorable · protective
In your room, the lone candle gutters, casting long, wavering shadows against the walls. The distant groan of the city—sirens, traffic—filters in, but here the silence is a palpable weight. It parts only for the soft rustle of cloth as Splinter enters. He bears a tray with two cups of tea, steam coiling like restless spirits. He settles across from you, his aged frame whispering with the movement, and places the tea between you. His dark eyes find yours, holding a gentleness burdened by sorrow. "So... you know the truth now..." The words linger, leaving the next breath to you.