[ for a while, dabi figured he was just dead. this was some elaborate heaven or hell or something like that- or maybe something in between like purgatory. that had to be it, because he knows for certain he wouldn't just end up somewhere good like this.
but it all feels so real and so tangible. maybe he's stuck in someone's Quirk. in the end he decides that's what it has to be, because he goes to sleep and wakes up and he's still here, time just passing, day by day. no one comes looking for him, no one comes after him. he doesn't want to accept it at first, but as time goes by and he can't seem to leave, he accepts that he's stuck- at least for now.
it drives him a little crazy at first. he feels useless and empty. this is so far from his goal and he wonders what ever happened to endeavor. he can't find any real news of him here. sure there are names dropped here and there, but there aren't any quirks here either. he realized that quickly when he tried to produce his flames and nothing happened. no one ever really talks about them here either. it's almost as if everything with quirks was a dream instead of whatever this is.
and his scars. they're all gone. he's been staying at some random beach house that he found keys in his pocket for, and every day he looks at himself in the mirror, but there are no scars there. just smooth skin and white hair. it's a person he's never seen before- not all grown up like this anyway.
eventually staying cooped up and trying to figure this out takes a toll on him, and he ventures out. there are places to go- parties and nightclubs filled with people who have no idea who he is or what he's done. he figures maybe they don't recognize him, but after a while he realizes no one cares. when he gives them his name, they don't bat an eye- well, except for the looks they give him when they want to get with him. apparently he's more good looking than he thought he would be without all his scars.
he turns them all down though. there was only one he ever really wanted to be with, and in the end dabi had tried to kill him. he knew the betrayal was coming, but he didn't know it would cut that deep. it was his own damn fault for letting his guard down, but he thought...
well, it doesn't matter what he thought, and he's starting to get sick of being completely alone in a place like this. he never thought he'd get tired of the solitude he had longed for when he was with the League- but he's in this whole different world now. eventually he goes to the parties and the clubs, at least to have a drink and get out of his mind. he doesn't have to live in run down buildings anymore, and he doesn't have to pay for his liquor. maybe he's just here to have fun.
so that's what he decides to do tonight, drink in hand, laying low in the darker parts of the bright club, where some pretty blonde is trying to press up against him and run his fingers through his hair. dabi leans out of his touch, but the blonde latches onto his neck anyways, and for a moment dabi can just imagine that he might be someone else. ]
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Date: 2021-02-28 04:35 am (UTC)but it all feels so real and so tangible. maybe he's stuck in someone's Quirk. in the end he decides that's what it has to be, because he goes to sleep and wakes up and he's still here, time just passing, day by day. no one comes looking for him, no one comes after him. he doesn't want to accept it at first, but as time goes by and he can't seem to leave, he accepts that he's stuck- at least for now.
it drives him a little crazy at first. he feels useless and empty. this is so far from his goal and he wonders what ever happened to endeavor. he can't find any real news of him here. sure there are names dropped here and there, but there aren't any quirks here either. he realized that quickly when he tried to produce his flames and nothing happened. no one ever really talks about them here either. it's almost as if everything with quirks was a dream instead of whatever this is.
and his scars. they're all gone. he's been staying at some random beach house that he found keys in his pocket for, and every day he looks at himself in the mirror, but there are no scars there. just smooth skin and white hair. it's a person he's never seen before- not all grown up like this anyway.
eventually staying cooped up and trying to figure this out takes a toll on him, and he ventures out. there are places to go- parties and nightclubs filled with people who have no idea who he is or what he's done. he figures maybe they don't recognize him, but after a while he realizes no one cares. when he gives them his name, they don't bat an eye- well, except for the looks they give him when they want to get with him. apparently he's more good looking than he thought he would be without all his scars.
he turns them all down though. there was only one he ever really wanted to be with, and in the end dabi had tried to kill him. he knew the betrayal was coming, but he didn't know it would cut that deep. it was his own damn fault for letting his guard down, but he thought...
well, it doesn't matter what he thought, and he's starting to get sick of being completely alone in a place like this. he never thought he'd get tired of the solitude he had longed for when he was with the League- but he's in this whole different world now. eventually he goes to the parties and the clubs, at least to have a drink and get out of his mind. he doesn't have to live in run down buildings anymore, and he doesn't have to pay for his liquor. maybe he's just here to have fun.
so that's what he decides to do tonight, drink in hand, laying low in the darker parts of the bright club, where some pretty blonde is trying to press up against him and run his fingers through his hair. dabi leans out of his touch, but the blonde latches onto his neck anyways, and for a moment dabi can just imagine that he might be someone else. ]