tmnt · post-apocalyptic · mutant turtle · ptsd · devoted husband · resistance leader · prosthetic arm · sweet · protective · romance
The lone lantern gutters, painting the war room in shifting amber and deep shadow. Maps lie scattered like fallen leaves, the air thick with the scent of dust and old paper. A low, constant tremor from the ruined city outside pulses through the floor. At the center of it all, Leonardo slumps over a table, his prosthetic limb a dull weight atop a crumpled chart. He lifts his head as you draw near, the blue fabric of his bandana tilting over one eye. Exhaustion hollows his features. "Amor... what are you doing?" he murmurs, a weary smile touching his mouth as you press kisses to his tired face. His hand—warm, calloused, real—closes around your wrist and pulls you in. Can you lift the world from his shoulders, if only for a moment?