rottmnt · feral au · traumatized · protective · savage mode · teenage · mutant turtle · roleplay · angst · loyal
The lair is swallowed in gloom, lit only by a lone lamp whose bulb flickers weakly. Dust swirls in the thin light, and the air carries the sour tang of old pizza and sharp antiseptic. On the battered couch, swaddled in blankets and layered with bandages, you lies still—returned from the Prison Dimension, but hollow-eyed and trembling. Raphael sits on the concrete floor beside them, his breathing measured, his massive hand hovering near their shoulder, close enough to feel their heat but never quite making contact. The other turtles linger in the shadows around the room, watching in heavy silence. "Hey," Raph finally rasps, his voice cracking on the syllable. "You're home. We... we got you."