[it is fucking senseless. this entire place has driven that point home plenty of times over the months. returning to life after dying, plaguing them with events that clear up at the end of each month, not even a goddamn tease about going home despite people vanishing back to whence they came (possibly) all the time. doing anything in this shithole could be a waste of time and effort. so what does it matter if he kills someone? who gives a shit if he murders a person to prove a point? it's not like he's going to be there at the end of the day waiting for him to come back home! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT SON OF A BITCH EVEN CARES!! HE'S NOT HERE!! THE VERY REASON FOR HIS BEING IS FUCKING GONE AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! AT LEAST RIGHT NOW HE ACTUALLY FEELS JUST A LITTLE BIT LIKE HE'S LIVING!! so burn out to ash! burn up and die! fire needs fuel to burn and stay aflame... be my kindling...
there won't be anyone to come and help, no one to break this apart or rush to their aid. this is between him and katsuki. the hero who finally gets it through his damn head the only way out of this is with someone's blood on the other's hands. does it feel bad? does it feel wretched, to have what you once held so tightly in pride and respect suddenly torn away from you? no longer given the choice you always thought you had and instead be forced into one option... the one you hate the most. give up. stop it. realize that there's no future beyond this now. dabi's not asking for more than this, saturated in the rage, hate, and sadistic euphoria of the moment. just as he'd been ready to immolate himself and shouto on the battlefield in front of their father, just as he'd plunged his little brother under the waves in trench and tried to drown him before offing himself, the villain knows there's no future for him but the grave. all because of that bastard... and if that's his fate, then dammit, he'll drag as many people as he can with him into that fucking tomb! this is his legacy, endeavor; he's YOUR legacy! forever! you did this! this is your handiwork! ARE YOU PROUD OF ME NOW?! OR DO YOU REGRET CREATING ME EVEN MORE?!
every blow to his face brings those thoughts surging to the surface, his charring skin breaking and ripping from his muscles and sinew and bone with each impact. katsuki's seriously going to kill him and he's just fine with that. there's no pain, and in one respect, it pisses him off. this numbness that leaves him floating within the void, unable to feel the bite of this kid's rage and pain. but he knows... he knows exactly what it feels like to burn. watching each time he can turn his head enough to get a look, the way katsuki's body begins to cook. blisters growing and popping as water evaporates under his flesh, a ripped area blackening and peeling off his muscles, or maybe that was a piece of his own cheek slugged off dabi's face. ripping him up alive like a feral beast while endeavor's eldest child fixates on roasting endeavor's little intern to death.
wolf's emotions feed of the same burning animosity and warped determination, doing it's utter damnest to fulfill dabi's stranglehold of a desire to silence any attempts to reach out. it's a sickening feeling, isn't it. to be choked by the smoke and heat of his own burning flesh. terror running through his body in stark spite of the flames erupting across his flesh. running blindly through the forest, sobbing as his heart slams wildly within the oven of his chest, knowing with every scrap of time that he's dying. he's going to die like this! that damn child so full of fear and desperation to live while his fingers blackened and his jawbone peeked through the flakes of peeling skin curling backwards like wrapping paper in the fireplace. there won't be anything left of him! no one'll even know! someone... anyone... don't let me-!! I DON'T WANNA-]
DIE!
[he doesn't know if he's screaming at katsuki or himself anymore. die! end it! begone! scorch away into nothing! so damn concerned with other people's feelings, , what about your own? no, just your friends! your parents! the people left behind! another crack and dabi's jaw snaps lose on one side, swinging his chin and snapping tendons of his cheek downward in a grim angle. tongue lolling slightly in the fractured setting of his mouth, every remaining tooth exposed as his face continues burning away the more katsuki beats it off. he can't feel it... not the pain... the impacts yes, but... at least his blood cauterizes immediately when it flows out.
god it "feels" good to grab that arm, fingers crushing bony and unnervingly fragile around the other boy's wrist. that's what he thought. hurts, doesn't it. there's no way he's letting him out of this. they're already halfway to hell together and no resolve, pride, or strength is going to make him let go of him. he started this all those weeks ago and now he's going to finish it whether he wants to or not! impossibly, dabi's charred throat works, rasping out ragged words through the skeletal obsidian of his face as he leers into katsuki's eyes. so close he can see the tears evaporating off the blonde's lower lids. and screams that last defiant promise with every flared intensity of hate.
ya don't get it yet, do ya, brat? I'M THE ONE WHO DECIDES WHEN I DIE! not you! not all for one! not endeavor! not shigaraki! me! i'm in charge of my life! and i'll do what i want with it!
pretty galling this kid's the last thing he's gonna see. from tat snarling face to the sudden rush of fingers and burning flesh abruptly shoved over his face. dabi's eyes widen, crimson veins in his sclera turning his whites bloodshot all the way to the turquoise irises burning with the same internal fire. right at the very end... fingers clamp around his face, and those sparks burst into light and heat. he's still got this left?! after all that?! the heat, the burns, the smoke, the pain, breaking apart and frying in his own meat, there's enough of that stubborn pride to grab him and in complete defiance to dabi's words-
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there won't be anyone to come and help, no one to break this apart or rush to their aid. this is between him and katsuki. the hero who finally gets it through his damn head the only way out of this is with someone's blood on the other's hands. does it feel bad? does it feel wretched, to have what you once held so tightly in pride and respect suddenly torn away from you? no longer given the choice you always thought you had and instead be forced into one option... the one you hate the most. give up. stop it. realize that there's no future beyond this now. dabi's not asking for more than this, saturated in the rage, hate, and sadistic euphoria of the moment. just as he'd been ready to immolate himself and shouto on the battlefield in front of their father, just as he'd plunged his little brother under the waves in trench and tried to drown him before offing himself, the villain knows there's no future for him but the grave. all because of that bastard... and if that's his fate, then dammit, he'll drag as many people as he can with him into that fucking tomb! this is his legacy, endeavor; he's YOUR legacy! forever! you did this! this is your handiwork! ARE YOU PROUD OF ME NOW?! OR DO YOU REGRET CREATING ME EVEN MORE?!
every blow to his face brings those thoughts surging to the surface, his charring skin breaking and ripping from his muscles and sinew and bone with each impact. katsuki's seriously going to kill him and he's just fine with that. there's no pain, and in one respect, it pisses him off. this numbness that leaves him floating within the void, unable to feel the bite of this kid's rage and pain. but he knows... he knows exactly what it feels like to burn. watching each time he can turn his head enough to get a look, the way katsuki's body begins to cook. blisters growing and popping as water evaporates under his flesh, a ripped area blackening and peeling off his muscles, or maybe that was a piece of his own cheek slugged off dabi's face. ripping him up alive like a feral beast while endeavor's eldest child fixates on roasting endeavor's little intern to death.
wolf's emotions feed of the same burning animosity and warped determination, doing it's utter damnest to fulfill dabi's stranglehold of a desire to silence any attempts to reach out. it's a sickening feeling, isn't it. to be choked by the smoke and heat of his own burning flesh. terror running through his body in stark spite of the flames erupting across his flesh. running blindly through the forest, sobbing as his heart slams wildly within the oven of his chest, knowing with every scrap of time that he's dying. he's going to die like this! that damn child so full of fear and desperation to live while his fingers blackened and his jawbone peeked through the flakes of peeling skin curling backwards like wrapping paper in the fireplace. there won't be anything left of him! no one'll even know! someone... anyone... don't let me-!! I DON'T WANNA-]
DIE!
[he doesn't know if he's screaming at katsuki or himself anymore. die! end it! begone! scorch away into nothing! so damn concerned with other people's feelings, , what about your own? no, just your friends! your parents! the people left behind! another crack and dabi's jaw snaps lose on one side, swinging his chin and snapping tendons of his cheek downward in a grim angle. tongue lolling slightly in the fractured setting of his mouth, every remaining tooth exposed as his face continues burning away the more katsuki beats it off. he can't feel it... not the pain... the impacts yes, but... at least his blood cauterizes immediately when it flows out.
god it "feels" good to grab that arm, fingers crushing bony and unnervingly fragile around the other boy's wrist. that's what he thought. hurts, doesn't it. there's no way he's letting him out of this. they're already halfway to hell together and no resolve, pride, or strength is going to make him let go of him. he started this all those weeks ago and now he's going to finish it whether he wants to or not! impossibly, dabi's charred throat works, rasping out ragged words through the skeletal obsidian of his face as he leers into katsuki's eyes. so close he can see the tears evaporating off the blonde's lower lids. and screams that last defiant promise with every flared intensity of hate.
ya don't get it yet, do ya, brat? I'M THE ONE WHO DECIDES WHEN I DIE! not you! not all for one! not endeavor! not shigaraki! me! i'm in charge of my life! and i'll do what i want with it!
pretty galling this kid's the last thing he's gonna see. from tat snarling face to the sudden rush of fingers and burning flesh abruptly shoved over his face. dabi's eyes widen, crimson veins in his sclera turning his whites bloodshot all the way to the turquoise irises burning with the same internal fire. right at the very end... fingers clamp around his face, and those sparks burst into light and heat. he's still got this left?! after all that?! the heat, the burns, the smoke, the pain, breaking apart and frying in his own meat, there's enough of that stubborn pride to grab him and in complete defiance to dabi's words-
he's gonna kill me-!