#wingedhero

Hawks sat on his bed at the LoV's hideout his pro hero jacket strewn across the floor. He scrolls through his phone, the small screen illuminating his face. After a few minutes he lies back, his wings spread out behind him. He thinks over how the hell he's gonna let the commission let him leave. Hawks texts the head to the commission, telling them he wants to call a meeting a week or two to talk about something. Of course that something will be his resignation as a pro-hero.

“What? When have I ever said that? I’ve never thought you were weak, ever.” He looks at her, wonder where she got the idea that she was weak. His feathers ruffle in the wind.

Source: deactivated