#wingspertise

as he should

“You’re just like a wine tasting. They say to spit, but I always prefer swallowing.“

caught red handed

       Skin looking like a messed up piece of art, inflamed, irritated, decorated the exhausted looking male, whose features were twisted in pain, showing that none of this felt pleasant for the villain, despite having tried it many times before. It was one thing to keep on a mask before enemies, before people he barely knew, it was another to be behind walls and know he was out of sight. Dabi’s stoic mask, that he almost always wore, had crumbled and fallen upon the ground in small fine pieces as the heavily scarred male dragged himself towards the only place, that had come to feel truly like home. It was instincts that guided him by now, dragging him towards the warmth that was so familiar, the warmth that had, for a while now, seeped into his cracked skin, so unlike his own, and filled him with a sensation of safety, of comfort--- so many emotions, that in the past hadn’t been a trace of. Who knew that someone like him, could get something like that?

A flash of a familiar, warmth smile appeared within his mind as Dabi groaned in pain due to the burning along his wrists hurting so immensely as every movement pulled at the swollen skin there, especially where piercings were, metals already far hotter than they should be, that was the price he paid and yet, Dabi couldn’t care, even as his skin smoked and made the stench of burned flesh enter his nostrils, something he usually only left in his wake and not on his person. However, having run into none other than the NR 1. hero, he had been forced to push his body way past its limits. His fire though, had been the most dangerous one, packing a punch even against that man, but due to not being physically as strong and due to his limits, distract and retreat had been his only option. However, that of course, hadn’t come easy. Not at all.

Finally arriving at the familiar building, slender digits took a hold of the door before opening it. It took effort to reach the apartment, but being here now, the heavily scarred male dragged himself in, after unlocking the door.

Pushing forward, despite the way his vision blurred at the edges, Dabi dragged himself through the living room, without searching for the warm presence he is all too familiar with. Instead, the villain goes to the bathroom where he stumbles over to the shower before forcing ice-cold water out of the head above. An action, that instantly makes steam rise rise from his body, as if someone had placed a bucket of burning coal before dumping water upon it.

Hawks: Height is a social construct.

smooches. ║ @wingspertise​ ║ * ACCEPTING. * “random” --> 24: a kiss on… [my choice]

       Bright rays, the last light of the day, was shimmering through the windows in the living room, bathing it in a soft glow with a mix of reds and oranges. To Dabi’s eyes, it was calm, a calm that made him feel at ease, even more so due to the soft sound of rain outside that filled the background together with the noise from the nearby TV. The light from the screen was cast upon the person sitting in the couch, illuminating them in a captivating manner, that even made the usually stoic male stop and stare. Seemingly, it had been a tiresome day, a day that could be seen weighting heavily on the unmoving hero, something that made azure depths watch for a minute or two before slender legs quietly carried him closer. It was leisurely, the pace the villain carried himself with and yet, a focus, unlike when the mindset was not there, could be seen gracing the scarred features.                                                                                     I·ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ                                                                                       Kᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ I                                                                                                                         ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Being before Keigo, Dabi was quiet, not minding that the man wasn’t looking at him, knowing he was stuck in thoughts and therefore said nothing as he stood calmly over the other, watching those golden locks catch the last bit of sunlight in a rather beautiful manner, a manner which made the skin upon Dabi’s hands itch to touch and yet, what they went for, was the familiar chin, resulting the feel of stubble to grace his fingertips as slender digits guided the man’s face upwards. Golden hues, like honey, connected with azure and Dabi remained quiet as he gazed into them, showing no sign of wanting anything, of wanting Keigo to react. All there was, an ocean deep, was a rare emotion dancing in the villain’s depths as the organ within the slightly defined chest beat softly - calmly.

Leaning down, partly scarred lips, surprisingly soft, connected with the familiar forehead, warm, unhurried, as azure disappeared behind closing eyelids. The tender action lingered for a few seconds before Dabi pulled over so slightly back, yet still close enough to enable Keigo to feel as lips moved softly. 

     I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ       Wᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs  Wᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ

                                              “  You need to let go, bird.                                                                             Work is not here, you’re                                                                                                                        home.  “