RoseDuelistBBSHM

Donatello shivered as he sat in the open window. The distant light of the pale dawn was against the horizon, slowly bleeding through the boundary between land and sky; soon the sun would be visible. Don rubbed his arms; the sea breeze was particularly cold this morning, rising up off the surface of the churning waters like inaudible whispers of restlessness. But discontentment was nothing new — to live here was to be discontent. The window ledge was wide, allowing Donnie to draw his feet up and rest his chest against his thighs. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the day’s work would begin… All those menial mind-numbing tasks, foist u...