Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph swallows again and rolls off of Don, but stays seated on the ground, drawing his knees to his chest. He tries his best to scrub away the tears before they can fall.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don rolls to his knees, fisting his hands in the dirt, taking a moment to regain his equilibrium. Then he looks up.]

... Raph?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He sniffs and lifts his head, boldly meeting Don's eyes despite the burn pricking his own.]

What?

[i_speak_softly]

[Sorry. Thank you. Are you okay?]

... Nothing.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[His mouth twitches, and he blinks, a tear finally falling and dampening his mask.]

Don't you - ever - do that to me again. [He sucks in a breath, almost a shudder.] You hear me?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don scoots over, and reaches hesitantly towards you. If you let him, he'll run a thumb along the lower edge of your mask.]

I won't. They won't get me a third time.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He lets him, then turns his head away.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don rubs his thumb and finger together, then leans back on his hands. He's happy to just sit for a while.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[After a few moments, he gets up and heads for the house. He's walking that fine line between starving for his brother's comfort and just wanting to be alone.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don trails Raph at a distance, giving him space. He won't go in the house, though. If Raph goes inside, Don will sit on the front steps.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[And Raph will most likely shut himself in his room for the rest of the day if he can get away with it.]