RED MASK | raphael hamato

"Do you ever miss the things that are gone?"
Dumb question, you think to yourself. How could you not miss the things that are gone? Like the pink and white blossoms mixing in your backyard when you were young, the porch swing your grandmother rocked you on, the piles of leaves you'd play in and the snow angels you'd make, the way you'd believed your parents were immortal and invincible and in love, and the way you'd believed that love was real and fairy tales did come true.
Dumb question. But meaningful all the same.
"Of course," you say, "Doesn't everyone?" and his eyes lock with yours. The air crackles, and then it begins.
A connection.
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a sleepless soul spies a mysterious graffiti artist who throws up incredible artworks at night. you decide to find out more about the artist. one thing leads to another, and the two of you form a connection. you're quickly drawn into his world of spray paint and brothers, and his past of loss. things get a little tricky, however, when said artist graffitis the wrong person's property and your investigator uncle is hired to find out who they are. it isn't long before you find yourself torn between what little original family you have left and the family you increasingly find yourself wanting to choose.

or,

raph tries to move on.

and so do you.

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tmnt 2012 raphael x reader