chapter 20
Witnessing his eldest brother disappear with his new beloved, elena and immediately poor donatello stood in the doorway, as he watched his other older brother with his wife embrace happily. His heart ached, insecurities clouded his beliefs and hopes for someone may enter in his life one day. Disappearing in his laboratory and ignoring the happy couple but mikey was alittle disappointed on thier recent game challenge, wolfjade giggled whilst mikey pouted. Closed the door behind him and sat by the table, cradling his head as he exhaled a shuddering sigh then glanced upon himself in the reflection of the computer screen.
Talking to himself, questioned immediately. "Is there someone for me?" While he sat before the computer, exhaled with breaking breathe as he laid his forehead upon his folded forearms and softly cried. Standing behind him, watching over her dearest and sweet son. Tears streamed down her transparent cheeks, her angelic hand slowly reached towards his shoulder and finally gently grasped. Fastly rose his gaze and glanced over his shoulder, with glassy tears which had streamed and covered his terrapin olive green cheeks.
With a tender, loving motherly caress and no words exhanged as thier bond spoke louder. Donatello reached up and grasped gently the soft caressing hand upon his face, softly nuzzled as more tears flowed and disappeared within the crevice of her palm. A tender motherly kiss, met his forehead and assuring whisper.
"Don't fear my son. Your bride will find you." Sharing one last glance, as donatello sat in his chair and witnessed the woman stepped away, vanished into a swirl of white feathers which revealed a white lily. To his astonishment, pushed himself from the chair and lowered to his knees and slowly crept towards the flower. Carefully picking it up in his palms and looked around as he heard the voice whisper once more. "Your time will come, my son."
A warm pleasing smile gently curled on his lips, with comforting warmth wavered over him whilst cradling the flower in his hands and slowly stood to his feet then turned on his heel and carefully placed the lily on the table beside the computer. A soft knock distracted him, immediately invited the visitor. The door opened and light footsteps with a light tapping of the jade stone cane followed.
The old rat had immediately noticed the white lily, his heart beated alittle faster then usual and tears welled up in his old eyes and streamed down his furred cheek then he asked, with a soft whisper. "Mother visited?"
Donatello nodded, silently but with a small smile. Master splinter carefully picked the flower and tenderly trailed his clawed finger over one petal, recalling how beautiful his departed bride was. Marion lived in his memory and heart, as she did in thier sons. He wished thier mother could see how honourable their sons have become.
Leo's room...
The newly found lovers, laid on the bed within each others embrace and shared a deepening passionate kiss as they caressed cheeks within the crevice of their palms. As thier lips finally broke, thier noses nuzzled gently against and upon tenderly as they giggled and exhaed softly.
"Wow, this is wonderful." Elena softly whispered with a warm smile. "You are beautiful." Leo complimented happily. Elena blushed lightly and chuckled lightly.