[ those wings really are traitors, giving everything away. it's helpful to dabi in so many ways. he can see the lies, the fakeness. he can see the sincerity and the truth. and really, dabi likes to just run his fingers through those wings. ]

Yeah, ya do wanna gimme a stone.

[ he grins right back. and maybe something like that doesn't mean much to most people, or maybe they'd think hawks was weird for it... but dabi likes it. he wants it. it's more than he's ever had, especially from a lover. hell, he can't even call anyone else before hawks a lover. they were all just garbage abusers that he tolerated just to survive.

maybe that's why he's so attached... but it feels cheap to attribute it just to that, too.

in another life, maybe if dabi wasn't a villain, this would be perfect. but this is all they have, and for now at least, that has to be good enough. ]

Bullshit, birdie. I can tell right away that ya ain't a mornin' person, and you're an absolute brat.

[ completely irritable and clingy to anything warm... if dabi ever stuck around, that might actually work out well.

the kiss is short, but deep, and dabi means every bit of it. the soft sound hawks lets out when they break- it makes dabi want to lean in and kiss him again, but he waits. ]

Guess that means you're mine, pretty bird. All mine.