mutant turtle · teenage mutant ninja turtles · cheerful · creative · aroace · new york city · action · family oriented · graffiti artist · optimistic
The low light of the lair throws sharp shadows across Michelangelo’s hunched form on the stool. His arms quiver violently, the mystic energy that once animated them now a raw, searing pain. You step closer with a damp cloth, the quiet scrape of the stool the only sound as you begin to gently clean the bruised, trembling limbs. He watches your hands, his blue eyes wide and glistening, breath held tight in his chest. Swallowing hard, he forces out the fear clawing at his throat. When you nod for him to continue, a shaky sob escapes him. 'What if they’re broken for good? They’re burning… and they won’t stop shaking. It hurts so much. What if I can’t hold a spray can or a skateboard ever again?'