… 𝗯𝘇𝘁𝘁𝘁𝘁𝘁𝘁ⵑ
each picture seems to
become 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱… as if ink is spilling between the lines, blurring where the young man sat, and the background behind him. leaving traces that almost seemed like 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 watching the far off voyeur.
@JUSTABlTE to comfort someone that you’d couldn’t even find for yourself in nearly the same situation.
taking a breath, his tone
habitually becomes more quieter,
“no, I’m just…”
“I’m actually glad we’ve ran into each other, I don’t think I would’ve been able to talk to you otherwise.”
@JUSTABlTE for a moment, donatello just stares. face flushed in a pallid pink tone with how hard he was thinking, — agonizingly frustrated. yet, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 at theo. simply at the entirety of the situation, it made his chest 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚. how do you find the words -
his native, first language is Italian and so donatello has a noticeably strong accent when speaking in english, that being said he is indeed fluent in it.
what is youth without 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮?
without fear of her 𝙝𝙮𝙢𝙣𝙨 that serenade the trees in the blankets of the dark. so, without a qualm, donatello’s offering her his wrist, and a look of blue eyes curiosity.
|| thinking about how to flesh out Donatello beyond sadness, hm. perhaps he’s a odd mix of very charismatic yet inherently kinda melancholic. perhaps because it’s a defense mechanism to cover or try to his lack of emotional stability?