Tapestry.
Sensei sat, in the cool stillness of the long night, tapestry in his hands.
Needle in his quick and delicate paws, he added the stitches and thought back, dipping his mind's toe in the pool of memories that lapped against the sea shore of his brain.
Adding a few more strokes to the timeline of his life, he gazed over the tapestry with a heavy heart and a small smile.
Here, a thread of Mikey's first bandanna, mixed with a loose thread snipped from his own Master's robe.
There? A thread from the first bandage, seeped in blood, first terror when he realised his training could only protect them so far, childish exhuberance, and bravado would always lead them astray.
Against the fabric of their lives, in a place where no one could go, Splinter sat, in the still coolness of the long night, tapestry in his hands.
More than the fabric, his work was his children, and the threads of their lives would be the creation he would weave.
He would always remember that, in the cool stillness of the long night.
A/N: Another one for my well loved fans. I just want to say thank you guys for all your well wishes and virtual, chicken soup!
If you hop over to fictionpress, you'll find a fantastic author called rainswings. Her work is outstanding, and I adore reading it. Fictionpress is a tough gig, much tougher than over here, and she could use some love.
She gave me the chicken soup, the hugs, along with many others and I just wanna say thanks.
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