[keigo is unconscious for awhile. by the time he stirs awake, he's not sure how long he's been asleep. it's dark outside though, and he aches. it's not as bad as before though. the ache is dull, a sign of recovery.
quietly, he notes it must have been a few days when he feels small wings fluttering on his back. they're sore when he moves, but at least they're starting to grow.
unfortunately, trying to give a light hum only reminds him that his throat remains sore. he probably had overdone it by speaking so much at that time to dabi. but, it had to be done. there was no way he could explain things so accurately and honestly with a phone. it's not as painful as that day though.
speaking of, he tries to adjust his head, tilting up to see a single arm and leg wrapped around dabi's figure. they're laying on something soft, so dabi must have dragged them to the only mattress. his chest warms at the thought of the villain giving his all to do that.
he sighs, coming to turn a bit so he can wrap his wings half-way around dabi's body. so silent in the night, his mind starts to piece together what he was too exhausted to think about before. his thoughts swirl of touya, of dabi's creation, and what he should do to help the villain.
[ dabi passes out for a while as well, but then he wakes, checking on keigo first, making sure his wounds stay clean and aren't getting infected. he checks on the wings as well, but the damage that's there makes him feel uneasy, and he isn't sure how this is going to end up.
he doesn't know how any of this is going to end up.
he tries not to think about their conversation- about his name, and what he told keigo about his life, about endeavor. it's easier if he does this without thinking about it or feeling anything at all. he can't afford to do either of those things right now.
he tends to his own burns as well, stapling himself back together here and there as well, and then eventually he has to venture out for a bit. he's good at staying in the shadows, boosting some food and supplies that can hold them over for a while. he tries to get some news on what's going on with the MLA, the pro-heroes, but everything is eerily quiet. at least jin texts him back to let him know shigaraki is secure and so are they, and when should they meet up again?
dabi isn't sure.
when he comes back, he checks on keigo again, making sure he doesn't have a fever before he passes out next to him again. even that little bit of recon made him feel entirely drained and exhausted.
when he wakes again, he lifts his hand to his aching head- or tries to anyway. his fingers catch against soft feathers and for a moment he thinks he's still dreaming until he blinks his eyes open and looks down, seeing the smaller red wing settled on top of him.]
Thank fuck.
[ he breathes out quietly, letting his head drop back with relief, not realizing keigo is awake just yet. ]
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quietly, he notes it must have been a few days when he feels small wings fluttering on his back. they're sore when he moves, but at least they're starting to grow.
unfortunately, trying to give a light hum only reminds him that his throat remains sore. he probably had overdone it by speaking so much at that time to dabi. but, it had to be done. there was no way he could explain things so accurately and honestly with a phone. it's not as painful as that day though.
speaking of, he tries to adjust his head, tilting up to see a single arm and leg wrapped around dabi's figure. they're laying on something soft, so dabi must have dragged them to the only mattress. his chest warms at the thought of the villain giving his all to do that.
he sighs, coming to turn a bit so he can wrap his wings half-way around dabi's body. so silent in the night, his mind starts to piece together what he was too exhausted to think about before. his thoughts swirl of touya, of dabi's creation, and what he should do to help the villain.
and there's only a single way to assist dabi.]
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he doesn't know how any of this is going to end up.
he tries not to think about their conversation- about his name, and what he told keigo about his life, about endeavor. it's easier if he does this without thinking about it or feeling anything at all. he can't afford to do either of those things right now.
he tends to his own burns as well, stapling himself back together here and there as well, and then eventually he has to venture out for a bit. he's good at staying in the shadows, boosting some food and supplies that can hold them over for a while. he tries to get some news on what's going on with the MLA, the pro-heroes, but everything is eerily quiet. at least jin texts him back to let him know shigaraki is secure and so are they, and when should they meet up again?
dabi isn't sure.
when he comes back, he checks on keigo again, making sure he doesn't have a fever before he passes out next to him again. even that little bit of recon made him feel entirely drained and exhausted.
when he wakes again, he lifts his hand to his aching head- or tries to anyway. his fingers catch against soft feathers and for a moment he thinks he's still dreaming until he blinks his eyes open and looks down, seeing the smaller red wing settled on top of him.]
Thank fuck.
[ he breathes out quietly, letting his head drop back with relief, not realizing keigo is awake just yet. ]