(no subject)
Title: Raphael Portrait
Author: SeerofNike
Universe: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Summary: A drawing with words of how I see Raphael, I can't draw so I do these. I'll get the others done as soon as I can.
******
Raphael
I look at him and I wonder, I ask: Who has harmed you dear child? I know he would resent the implication, would consider “child” accusatory, damning, but it is still the question he presents in my mind. What wounds does his wraith guard against? So deep and old that he lashes out even against his own flesh. There is potential there, goodness, honor, insight, a certain understanding that comes from rising from the darkness his own self-hatred has driven him to. He will make a fine father one day, if an unconventional one. If he lives that long, does not go mad from rage or lose first. His color is red, color of passion, blood and luck. His weapon is the sai, deceptive in it’s simplicity. To the point, if you’ll forgive the pun, meant for stabbing, throwing, slashing,- not unlike his outer temperament. I wonder if there are any who have ever known the temperament of his inner most heart.
Author: SeerofNike
Universe: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Summary: A drawing with words of how I see Raphael, I can't draw so I do these. I'll get the others done as soon as I can.
******
Raphael
I look at him and I wonder, I ask: Who has harmed you dear child? I know he would resent the implication, would consider “child” accusatory, damning, but it is still the question he presents in my mind. What wounds does his wraith guard against? So deep and old that he lashes out even against his own flesh. There is potential there, goodness, honor, insight, a certain understanding that comes from rising from the darkness his own self-hatred has driven him to. He will make a fine father one day, if an unconventional one. If he lives that long, does not go mad from rage or lose first. His color is red, color of passion, blood and luck. His weapon is the sai, deceptive in it’s simplicity. To the point, if you’ll forgive the pun, meant for stabbing, throwing, slashing,- not unlike his outer temperament. I wonder if there are any who have ever known the temperament of his inner most heart.