#restrainedcontrol

{~👊  There he was; the one that left him to fall down a building, who stabbed him in the back and betrayed him. When he’d been nothing but there for the ungrateful terrapin. Hands tighten into burly fists as he watches the familiar turtle effortlessly leap and flip from roof to roof. Unforgiving eyes only see Raphael shoving him aside, wanting to save the very ones that he ranted about and wished he wasn’t apart of the team. How they seemed to goof off more then he thought they should have.

Always making him feel like the bad guy, and so he saw an opportunity to help the one person he saw as a brother. Feeling like his true brother, knowing things about him that no one knew. Eyes looking and the pain of betrayal starting to grow along the with the pain. 

But Michelangelo had no intention of taking on the entire clan. The target was the leader: The one who had turned Raph. Cut off the head of the snake, and everyone goes back to normal.

Hopefully.

The hard part was finding their leader while avoiding those who were still awake, roaming the darkness with the pensive ease of the undead. But despite the overwhelming numbers Mikey figured he’d know his target when he saw him, for throughout all his studies of pop culture he had never before heard of a head-vampire forgoing pride for the sake of safety. Wherever this “Count Euru” was, he would be adorned in the grandest clothes in the grandest coffin of the grandest room of the underground castle.

So, when stone tunnels began to merge into bass reliefs, and the cobbled floors were interspersed silk carpet illuminated by the glow of golden candelabras, Mikey knew they were getting close. Keeping his voice soft he finally broke the silence between him and his brother, glancing over his shoulder with a look of concern.

“How’re ya’ holding up dude?”

Aside from his gaudy necklaces of garlic and iron, Mikey had a full arsenal of spells at the ready at the first sign that his brother was under the influence of demonic powers. Until they found where Leo or Donnie had disappeared to, it was crucial they watch each-other’s backs and keep on high alert. If Raph lost his mind down here, Michelangelo was not going to leave him alone in the darkness.

He’d already done enough running off to last a lifetime.

Mikey has done many a stupid stunt in his short life. Many, many, many stupid stunts. Usually they ended with him being perfectly fine, thank you shell, but this. This was a whole new level of stupid.

Odette worried. She wasn’t necessarily a worrier by nature, but the people in her life meant a lot to her. As a result, she often found herself fussing over them even when they didn’t want to be fussed over... like right now, fidgeting as she stood outside the door to Raph’s room.

She’d sat with Leo until he’d finally fallen asleep, but though his younger brother had fared better, he had still been sorely injured. In her hands she held a small plate with madeleines and an assortment of other small pastries.

Sweets often made her feel better, so it really was the only thing she could think of to offer right now.

Well, she wasn’t going to get anything done just standing there worrying. Quietly, she lifted her hand to knock, hoping she wasn’t waking him or interrupting him from something he was doing.

“Raph? May I come in?”

[txt: sunflower mum] : how much do i have to pay you to unground me

[txt: sunflower mum] : ive reorganized my room four times

[txt: sunflower mum] : im going to explode

[txt : son boy ] : raphael

[txt : son boy ] : my dearest son

[txt : son boy ] : my wonderful, handsome, baby boy

{~ℒ  The first thing Leo’s aware of is the sound of chain link metal gently tapping against another. Repetitive, reminds him of the sound one might hear from a tether ball chain on play ground. Second is the strain that’s pulling at his arms, aggravating his still throbbing shoulder, which tugs a soft pained moan from his throat. 

His eyes crack open, vision blurry and unfocused until he blinks a few times in order to clear out the webs blurring his vision and got a better view of his surroundings. A dark room, mainly painted by shadows with little specks of light dusted through from dim light fixtures. Shifting his gaze up, that’s when he takes note, he’s chained up by his wrists, it would explain the strain on his arms and continued pain in his shoulder.

Shifting his hand, Leo moves to grab a hold of the chain, an attempt to try and pull himself up, but his right shoulder sparks with pain and he immediately lets go. Which wasn’t anymore help then when he tried to pull, dropping even that short distance jars it and causes a hiss. 

A deep shuddered breath is taken, as squinted eyes peer around the room and see another figure across the way. The elder turtle leans forward a bit more to try and get a better image, finding he recognizes the slowly forming figure. 

“Raph!” 

The name is said on a loud whisper, not entirely wanting to yell, because he still doesn’t know where they are or what they’re doing here. Why did Shredder keep them alive? Why did he bring them here? Shredder’s always just tried to end them, he knew first hand Shredder never plays around, always going for the kill so...what is the deal? 

Whatever it was, Leonardo didn’t like it and he felt as if bugs were fluttering in his stomach, an intense desire to get out flew to his mind, but he needs to remain focused and calm, they’ve undoubtedly been through worse. He just needs to make sure his brother’s all right, that comes first. 

@restrainedcontrol​ said: "Hey, buddy. How're you feelin'? How's your head?"

The few days since everything had gone down in New York still felt like a blur. His head ached, and the makeshift cast on his leg wasn’t much better. Without access to the lair, it felt... unsettling, to say the absolute least. But now that he was awake and his head was clear (if a little sore), he could focus on something else: what Raph had done.

It wasn’t as if his older brother was unaware of what had happened in their first showdown with the Shredder. He still remembered Raph’s panic at seeing faint gashes on his actual shell where that beast’s claws had torn through the armor like tissue paper, visible past the mangled circuitry and wires.

But Raph had clearly remembered. The snapper had positioned himself between him, Nico, and the Shredder beast as it bore down on them, protecting their vulnerable shells with his own.

And he was furious.

“You could have died.” No answer for Raph’s tentative question, just an eerily emotionless statement. “Our battle shells’ durability are equal to that of your own shell. You know that. I’ve told you this. But you did it anyway. Threw yourself on top of us. What would our brothers have done without you? I know you  have a somewhat dogged dedication to being a surrogate parent, but we’re not your only brothers. Everyone else, they-”

He wasn’t going to let himself say it. If he said it, that made it real, and it stung far too much to open up th at wound again. The least favorite brothers. Vulnerable. Soft. The others needed Raph more.