temp pinned.
-lit rottmnt au! Shinigami, TMNT.
-headcanon-based.
-tmntrp / rare ships with chem.
-temporary fc is medusa, soul eater.
-n/sfw, dark themes and language, but non-l*wd.
-penned by shy.
#tmntrp // #rottmntrp
[She can feel her lover from all the way across the Hidden City and the human world. Though, she's fainter than normal. . . Shinigami hums, if only she could get Project Venus up and running faster. But Chronomancy is a tough school of magic to use and master.]
[Such an easy fix. Why are they all at each other's throats over a simple machine? Well, Shinigami has already sworn that she'll do whatever she needs to do see her beloved again, so this is a minor set back.]
It's no trouble, my dear! Please do be careful if you start moving around. Call to the shadows, Gretchen or I shall be there to attend to you should you be unable to move!
[And...the darkness of the dimly lit burrow disappears, but so does Shinigami, in the process.]
In due time, dear. We need to make sure you're all ready! As for your name? Now, that's the one thing we overlooked. Perhaps Gretchen can help with that? I was never good with names. She came up with hers straight out of her cauldron, so I suppose she'd be the one to speak to.
Of course, dear. When I make something, It is to be for a purpose. When it comes to creating life, it'd be cruel to do it any other way! There is nothing to worry about, beloved. You will be just fine~!
Reviving you was to GIVE you new life, new purpose! You weren't revived on accident. I have a very special purpose in mind for you, do not worry your pretty little head~!
[The voice contains its sweetness, seeming genuine. In reality, Shini is very annoyed.]
That, we do not know, my dear. We are incredibly sorry, but we could not salvage your memories.
[A bold faced lie. Magic and science, when combined, can do ANYTHING.]
You're a turtle, a leatherback sea turtle Yokai, that at least we know for sure.
My assistant and I could not tell you how long you had been gone, but it was rather recently.
[The woman feigns sadness well, none would be any the wiser.]
You weren't rotting, at least, so we figured we could salvage what we found of you.
[And what they found of others.]
Strange. . . okay. That's a start. You've been... gone a long time, dear.
[She has to pick her words very carefully here.]
But, once you grow used to this form, you will be golden, or so are my hopes.
You're in my burrow, little one. How are you feeling?
[An answer and a question are posed back, and the Supreme Witch watches with anticipation of an answer. Any will do her fine.]
[A voice breaks the silence, saccharine sweet. This one had no idea that this voice's intentions are warped.]
She now walks amongst the living, pieces now whole.
[The face that the voice belongs to now appears from shadows above.]
Hello, little one. Welcome to life...again.