* CREMATE. (ap)

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

             this probably won’t be neatly formatted ( yet ) as i wanna ramble per-say. but yeah. this is in regards to t//ouya’s relationship to s//houto. which i’ll be discussing in the read-more ! triggers listed below.

             at the mere sight of this man’s face nostalgia hits hard, sets deep within brittle bones ; a part of the past desperately tried to remain erased, but it’ll always be apart of you. nightly strolls were meant to clear your head, not bring back more ( though not always ) unwanted memories. he swallows down the lump in his throat now, anxiety starting to surface, albeit his face shows a whole new different demeanor than what he truly feels. an old force of habit.  “ you know. it’s pretty idiotic walking around at night this day and age. don’t ya think? ” in the era of a damned fool who hadn’t been to scratch the surface of the true meaning of heroism. what irony. his tone is slightly smug, the stitched ends of lips curling into an faint smile, before it fades all together. “ what’s your business here? ” and for his sake, secretly dabi hopes he doesn’t wander any closer.

         “ do you have to put those knives on the table? case you forgot we eat there. ”

           there was once a time where you once thought that way too. gentle in your temperament, a thought once unfathomable , taking another life, as you only live one after all ; hearing it again though, a chuckles flutters past stitched lips, sarcastic in nature, almost if mocking the other without a single care. ❛really now? but seriously … how long is that gonna last for ya, hawks?  ❜ dabi was genuinely curious. heroes didn’t get the choice. neither did villains sometimes. sadly not all lives could spared or taken the time to be carefully thought about, that’s just how it is. why — with just a mere snap of his finger, honing flames cruel and an soulless blue, he could take many in an instant ; and he has before, without an ounce of hesitation. he’s broken free of those pesky “gentle” shackles long ago.