[suddenly, this is feeling like the worst idea he could have ever done. a part of him just quietly points out that he should have handled this all on his own, to try and protect dabi himself. because now he's ruined whatever trust there was between them.
he desperately reminds himself that dabi deserved to know the truth, even if it meant tarnishing their relationship. he had to protect dabi. and twice. toga. the others there. he may not agree with using violence or pain, or those with psychotic tendencies, but he understood the villains he met. he even understood Re-Destro's book, and oddly clicked with it.
briefly, he can't find the words to say. he told dabi why. he doesn't want to repeat them. he knows how the villain can get when he's fixated on something, and he knows the spying is a sore spot. despite that keigo hadn't provided his handlers much of what they didn't already know. hell, their other informant must be providing more now, especially knowing of his relationship with dabi.
he can feel the heat in the room growing, and keigo can't stop the way he looks at his lover in fear. there's no secret how weak he is to fire. but the thought of someone he cares for this deeply to threaten him with it, that's a new fear he doesn't think he can hide. his feathers are useless, driven by his fear, and it oddly enough reminds him of his childhood days in that old broken home when his dad would get home...]
Dabi, please...
[and he looks to his door, as if expecting to see the parade of handlers coming by. they were always a step ahead. if his home isn't already bugged despite how often keigo checks for cameras and audio devices, dabi leaving angry may tip off the informant.
this might really be his last stand.]
It..It was the only way I could meet with you. They're always....They'll never let me go. Please..you said....you said you would save me. Please don't..
[his voice wavers from decades of fear and he can feel tears blurring his vision. he backs up to the wall, far more scared than he ever expected to be. death never scared him like this, not as a hero anyway. he could go into battle and fight, and if it meant his last fight, then that was fine. however, his handlers always knew how to keep him terrified, to use different techniques and punishments to keep him in line. hell, they often sourced out to anyone with a thick hand that can do their dirty work.]
I'm not lying! I'm not. I promise I'm not. Dabi...please..don't let them take me.
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Date: 2021-04-30 06:40 am (UTC)he desperately reminds himself that dabi deserved to know the truth, even if it meant tarnishing their relationship. he had to protect dabi. and twice. toga. the others there. he may not agree with using violence or pain, or those with psychotic tendencies, but he understood the villains he met. he even understood Re-Destro's book, and oddly clicked with it.
briefly, he can't find the words to say. he told dabi why. he doesn't want to repeat them. he knows how the villain can get when he's fixated on something, and he knows the spying is a sore spot. despite that keigo hadn't provided his handlers much of what they didn't already know. hell, their other informant must be providing more now, especially knowing of his relationship with dabi.
he can feel the heat in the room growing, and keigo can't stop the way he looks at his lover in fear. there's no secret how weak he is to fire. but the thought of someone he cares for this deeply to threaten him with it, that's a new fear he doesn't think he can hide. his feathers are useless, driven by his fear, and it oddly enough reminds him of his childhood days in that old broken home when his dad would get home...]
Dabi, please...
[and he looks to his door, as if expecting to see the parade of handlers coming by. they were always a step ahead. if his home isn't already bugged despite how often keigo checks for cameras and audio devices, dabi leaving angry may tip off the informant.
this might really be his last stand.]
It..It was the only way I could meet with you. They're always....They'll never let me go. Please..you said....you said you would save me. Please don't..
[his voice wavers from decades of fear and he can feel tears blurring his vision. he backs up to the wall, far more scared than he ever expected to be. death never scared him like this, not as a hero anyway. he could go into battle and fight, and if it meant his last fight, then that was fine. however, his handlers always knew how to keep him terrified, to use different techniques and punishments to keep him in line. hell, they often sourced out to anyone with a thick hand that can do their dirty work.]
I'm not lying! I'm not. I promise I'm not. Dabi...please..don't let them take me.