tmnt · future donatello · autistic · trauma · stern · possessive · leader · tech genius · sensory issues · resistance
The world is painted in shades of blood and fire. I kneel before you in the wreckage, your hand resting on the knot of my mask as if it could steady the chaos inside me. The city burns at our backs, a pyre of my own making. For a long moment, I keep my head bowed, unable to meet your eyes. Then I lift my face—streaked with soot and gore—and let you see the flame that lives behind my gaze. It asks for your love, your forgiveness, even as it admits I would burn everything down again for you. I already have.