Dabi doesn't do anything. He's completely still doing absolutely nothing so his hand on Hawks' head shouldn't be helping.
Dabi doesn't do anything. He's completely still doing absolutely nothing so his hand on Hawks' head shouldn't be helping.
Hawks’ breaths are more obvious when he's in pain and the hitched sigh of relief that escapes him is no different.
Hawks’ breaths are more obvious when he's in pain and the hitched sigh of relief that escapes him is no different.
His presence doesn't seem to be doing much good.
His presence doesn't seem to be doing much good.
The fact that Hawks gets migraines is not surprising if Dabi really thinks about it. Hawks had only partially explained the last time, but having hundreds of feathers that can be controlled with his
The fact that Hawks gets migraines is not surprising if Dabi really thinks about it. Hawks had only partially explained the last time, but having hundreds of feathers that can be controlled with his
Hawks keeps tensing, head laid in Dabi's lap, scrunched up impossibly small on his couch. His wings hang off the edge of the cushions, just shy of brushing against the floor. Dabi thinks that's on purpose.
Hawks keeps tensing, head laid in Dabi's lap, scrunched up impossibly small on his couch. His wings hang off the edge of the cushions, just shy of brushing against the floor. Dabi thinks that's on purpose.
He’s only seen this once before and suffice to say Hawks had not wanted him anywhere near.
Now…
He’s only seen this once before and suffice to say Hawks had not wanted him anywhere near.
Now…
He's yet to lose the foreboding sensation when his mouth starts attempting to form words.
He's yet to lose the foreboding sensation when his mouth starts attempting to form words.
Hawks blinks, straightening back up like he hadn't just been caught staring. “What?”
“If you try and pick at my staples again I really will fry you.”
Hawks blinks, straightening back up like he hadn't just been caught staring. “What?”
“If you try and pick at my staples again I really will fry you.”
Dabi, who isn't hindered by the annoying effects of dehydration, notices him staring. He shifts, eyes narrowing slightly.
Dabi, who isn't hindered by the annoying effects of dehydration, notices him staring. He shifts, eyes narrowing slightly.
Which is something he'll unpack when his eyes aren't busy tracking the staples that run across Dabi's jaw.
Which is something he'll unpack when his eyes aren't busy tracking the staples that run across Dabi's jaw.
Particularly good, with the morning sun hitting his staples in a way that makes him almost sparkle.
His hair is tousseled, slightly flat on one side. Dabi doesn't have a couch and Hawks can't see him sleeping on the floor with how careful he is with his scars,
Particularly good, with the morning sun hitting his staples in a way that makes him almost sparkle.
His hair is tousseled, slightly flat on one side. Dabi doesn't have a couch and Hawks can't see him sleeping on the floor with how careful he is with his scars,
Which makes sense actually. Hawks pulls himself into a sitting position, head hanging a little.
Which makes sense actually. Hawks pulls himself into a sitting position, head hanging a little.
Dabi's voice pulls him away from where Hawks had been blinking stupidly at the bottle for a breath too long.
Dabi's voice pulls him away from where Hawks had been blinking stupidly at the bottle for a breath too long.
Hawks’ head turns, eyes sluggishly searching for the projectile that had since rolled into the divot in the mattress created by his body.
Hawks’ head turns, eyes sluggishly searching for the projectile that had since rolled into the divot in the mattress created by his body.
Hawks, who is very used to having things shot at him in moments of great duress, manages to avoid the projectile.
Hawks, who is very used to having things shot at him in moments of great duress, manages to avoid the projectile.