Donnie x April - SorryDonatello watched as the Helicopter headed away and out of sight. A rock had settled into the pit of his stomach as he set April down. “I’m sorry…”April said nothing in return as she stared at the slowly shrinking spot that became ever smaller in the night sky. She inhaled deeply trying to center herself before her unique savior placed a large hand on her back. The touch was light, and that was all she needed for that last wall of defense to crumble. If only for a moment the fear for her father overwhelmed her.Donatello swallowed hard; he knew he should do more. Yet he was unsure if it was right for him to. So he stood there watching her try to hide her tears from him. With his hand on her back he did what he could, which was offering her his silence.
Raph and SpikeRaphael knew that he shouldn’t explore too far, still that didn’t stop him from doing it. He’d slowly been pushing the limits of the time he’d sneak out of bed and out of their home to explore the sewers that extended from their home. Still even in his adventures he was smart; he knew that to go above ground was dangerous. He did believe Master Splinter when he said that alone and at this young age, the world at large was not a place that was safe for them. Something in his voice made him believe, and made it be one of the very few things he didn’t argue with the older rat about.Tonight had been planned to be no different than others. That was until he heard what sounded like voices echoing from the far end of the duct that poured water out into the river. He moved along swiftly, he’d never seen a human in person before.‘If you go out there, I cannot protect you… the world will not understa
Donatello and April - TouchSome nights were rougher than others. Tonight had ended up being one of those nights, which in of itself was an aggravation. He’d messed up and he had paid for it. It wasn’t even the physical pain from his body that hurt so much. He was sure that their target had known where April’s father was and it was the pain of not succeeding in catching him, that, that failure that hurt the worst.Donatello winced as he sat down and began to remove his wrappings. On top of it all he felt filthy, like a layer of grime was on his skin and he couldn’t confirm for himself if it was a combination of it having been far too hot for night time and the location the fight had been, or if it was purely imaginary and he wanted to make himself more miserable. Then he heard a voice.“Don?” April asked again, this time her voice filled with worry as she moved in front of him. She’d just been asking about the bruise o