[dabi's expression remains cold despite the heat around them. that smile in front of him isn't reassuring, only reminding him of that fake smiles heroes put on to try and comfort people. it's a lie. manipulation. another piece of evidence they're untrustworthy. he doesn't return that tightened grip.
of course he's nothing like that damn puppet. dabi focuses instead on the issue at hand. while it's interesting to think his body's out there raging and making a mess of things, the lack of being in control... yeah, allen hit that one in the chest. he hates not being in control of himself. hates being under the reign of another person or thing. that's not what he fought to break free of. he runs his own damn life. no one else!
the sight of fire emerging from the man's shoulder and rushing down his arm towards their clasped hands startles him, though apart from a brief widening of his eyes, dabi doesn't react much. there's a temptation to ignite his own flames, return like for like, but he figures it probably won't do much, considering the way the man didn't react to the fires so close to him earlier. he said he wants to help and that's one thing heroes are so fucking stuck on doing. so bent on "saving" people, they're willing to speak the truth and sacrifice themselves for someone they owe nothing to. but dabi's still not one to trust someone like allen. even as that white light envelopes them. whatever feelings of "love" come from him, it breaks around the charred remains of touya's heart, like rive water against a rock. if there is any scrap of his true self left within the hatred and pain, any piece that still longs for the love and acceptance touya had so desperately craved, he certainly doesn't want it from this person, and refuses to even recognize it. allen's free to deal with the corruption clinging to him... but in exchange...
the light dies down and fades away into a new scene, devoid of any flames and instead seeming to become a cool, crisp spring day outside of a grand estate surrounding a large traditional japanese house with outside views from walkways and a garden in the middle of a courtyard. the scent of sakura and new buds hang in the air, the trickling of the garden pond offering that zen quality of the asian home. but it's otherwise quiet, unnervingly so. as if there are no people living within the building. its wooden floors outside and the tatami mats inside left alone and untrod.]
Who're you?
[the voice has similarities to that quiet voice before allen came to the darker, burning void. the same that had asked for someone to notice him. but this one doesn't have the same sadness and longing. calmer, a little aloof, and belonging to a 13 year old boy with white hair standing by one of the doors.]
sorry for the delay, had to figure how i wanted to do this
of course he's nothing like that damn puppet. dabi focuses instead on the issue at hand. while it's interesting to think his body's out there raging and making a mess of things, the lack of being in control... yeah, allen hit that one in the chest. he hates not being in control of himself. hates being under the reign of another person or thing. that's not what he fought to break free of. he runs his own damn life. no one else!
the sight of fire emerging from the man's shoulder and rushing down his arm towards their clasped hands startles him, though apart from a brief widening of his eyes, dabi doesn't react much. there's a temptation to ignite his own flames, return like for like, but he figures it probably won't do much, considering the way the man didn't react to the fires so close to him earlier. he said he wants to help and that's one thing heroes are so fucking stuck on doing. so bent on "saving" people, they're willing to speak the truth and sacrifice themselves for someone they owe nothing to. but dabi's still not one to trust someone like allen. even as that white light envelopes them. whatever feelings of "love" come from him, it breaks around the charred remains of touya's heart, like rive water against a rock. if there is any scrap of his true self left within the hatred and pain, any piece that still longs for the love and acceptance touya had so desperately craved, he certainly doesn't want it from this person, and refuses to even recognize it. allen's free to deal with the corruption clinging to him... but in exchange...
the light dies down and fades away into a new scene, devoid of any flames and instead seeming to become a cool, crisp spring day outside of a grand estate surrounding a large traditional japanese house with outside views from walkways and a garden in the middle of a courtyard. the scent of sakura and new buds hang in the air, the trickling of the garden pond offering that zen quality of the asian home. but it's otherwise quiet, unnervingly so. as if there are no people living within the building. its wooden floors outside and the tatami mats inside left alone and untrod.]
Who're you?
[the voice has similarities to that quiet voice before allen came to the darker, burning void. the same that had asked for someone to notice him. but this one doesn't have the same sadness and longing. calmer, a little aloof, and belonging to a 13 year old boy with white hair standing by one of the doors.]