Another icon meme drabble
Sorry! I should be working on writing stuff other than this drabble meme, but most everything else I'm working on atm is smut in some form or other! And I think all my smut bunnies are a little nervous atm. With it getting nom'd for so much, my hubbie has decided to read 'Renet Takes Time'. Which is no big, I made him read a snippet or two of it as I was writing it, and he already knows full well the scope of what I write and read re: TMNT. And he's pretty okay with all that despite not being a hugely avid TMNT fan himself. I'm incredibly blessed to have him. But still, his reactions to my work hit home pretty hard for me, so nervous bunnies are still nervous, for now! XD
Title: Casey tears (yep I'm being lazy again 'cos that's just the name of the icon aussiegirl17 gave me)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not much, but if you don't like themes related to death (don't worry I haven't killed Donnie or Splinter again!) and threats of violence then don't read.
Word count: 148
The rage gradually subsided to grief. A tear of anguish tracked down Caseys’ cheek as he held his old friend, battered and broken beyond hope, tenderly in his arms. The Purple Dragons would pay. In the currency of pain and blood, they would pay. Dearly. So Casey swore to himself as he gently lay his brother-in-arms upon his bed, meticulously setting each shattered fragment in its’ rightful place, as whole as he could make it.
“Hey, Case.” Casey roughly knuckled his eyes, refused to acknowledge Raphs’ grip on his shoulder, despite the massive surge in gratitude he felt for his best friends’ simple condolence.
“Oh Casey.” April’s voice was soft with compassion, “I know you were attached to that old thing. But I’m sure we’ll be able to find you another hockey stick…” her warm smile fled as both Casey and Raph glared at her in utter shock.
Title: Casey tears (yep I'm being lazy again 'cos that's just the name of the icon aussiegirl17 gave me)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not much, but if you don't like themes related to death (don't worry I haven't killed Donnie or Splinter again!) and threats of violence then don't read.
Word count: 148
The rage gradually subsided to grief. A tear of anguish tracked down Caseys’ cheek as he held his old friend, battered and broken beyond hope, tenderly in his arms. The Purple Dragons would pay. In the currency of pain and blood, they would pay. Dearly. So Casey swore to himself as he gently lay his brother-in-arms upon his bed, meticulously setting each shattered fragment in its’ rightful place, as whole as he could make it.
“Hey, Case.” Casey roughly knuckled his eyes, refused to acknowledge Raphs’ grip on his shoulder, despite the massive surge in gratitude he felt for his best friends’ simple condolence.
“Oh Casey.” April’s voice was soft with compassion, “I know you were attached to that old thing. But I’m sure we’ll be able to find you another hockey stick…” her warm smile fled as both Casey and Raph glared at her in utter shock.