[if he ever wanted to make his thoughts known to shouto, he would. but those thoughts are extremely well-guarded, asides from the animosity and callousness that usually oozes from the villain's scarred up mouth. it would be easy to attack shouto right now. blast him in the back executioner style. but the drive to do so is very much diminished. not only because endeavor isn't here to witness it, but because it's pointless. shouto would return (he figures) and the effort would be wasted. granted maybe there's something to be said for being able to endlessly murder his replacement...
instead, dabi's lefts standing in a slowly-growing puddle of water as the flames on his hand begin to melt the ice under his feet. heat beating against the side of his legs and coat, pulsing off the fire in slow waves. casting only a single glance to his younger sibling, merely to ensure he heard him, the villain churns the flames in his palm, as if revving up the engine. whether shouto wants to add his own fire or not, dabi doesn't intend to leave allen's body here on the ground. that's not his style of killing people. besides... the annoyance is already half-scorched anyways. legs especially.
no point in leaving a cremation unfinished.
shouto's reaction isn't unexpected. the horror and affront in his eyes, the shake of his head in protest, even silent stumbling over his words. disrespectful, too soon, some unknown reason, whatever he's thinking to say touya shouldn't do what he's planning. thing is, he never asked if shouto wanted him to do it. all he asked was if shouto wanted to add his own flames. the rest wasn't up for debate.
neither shouto nor timcanpy get to choose; dabi's burning this asshole. not gonna carry him to the woods or cemetery for burial. or is that the sea in this place? ... the hell with it.]
Ya both so damn soft.
[he flings his hand out towards the body and the flames abruptly race along his forearm and down his fingers before erupting from the white-hot glowing palm. blue fire, bright and haunting, slam into the icy ground, consuming a space nearby allen's body and quickly twisting upward into a blazing pillar. a proper funeral pyre evaporating the icy landscape around them. no more dark blue flames from the monster before, these hold the same spectral hue of the dead returned to life. shouto's still left to hold allen's body, but all four of them (villain, hero, priest, golem) are now bathed in the heat of dabi's flames. a furnace waiting to accept the body his brother still holds onto.]
Mournin the dead doesn't bring them back. Clock's gonna chime midnight no matter what ya do.
[dabi focuses on the fire.]
The longer ya hold onto him now, the longer it'll take for him to return, Shouto. Might as well be movin forward when the mornin comes.
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instead, dabi's lefts standing in a slowly-growing puddle of water as the flames on his hand begin to melt the ice under his feet. heat beating against the side of his legs and coat, pulsing off the fire in slow waves. casting only a single glance to his younger sibling, merely to ensure he heard him, the villain churns the flames in his palm, as if revving up the engine. whether shouto wants to add his own fire or not, dabi doesn't intend to leave allen's body here on the ground. that's not his style of killing people. besides... the annoyance is already half-scorched anyways. legs especially.
no point in leaving a cremation unfinished.
shouto's reaction isn't unexpected. the horror and affront in his eyes, the shake of his head in protest, even silent stumbling over his words. disrespectful, too soon, some unknown reason, whatever he's thinking to say touya shouldn't do what he's planning. thing is, he never asked if shouto wanted him to do it. all he asked was if shouto wanted to add his own flames. the rest wasn't up for debate.
neither shouto nor timcanpy get to choose; dabi's burning this asshole. not gonna carry him to the woods or cemetery for burial. or is that the sea in this place? ... the hell with it.]
Ya both so damn soft.
[he flings his hand out towards the body and the flames abruptly race along his forearm and down his fingers before erupting from the white-hot glowing palm. blue fire, bright and haunting, slam into the icy ground, consuming a space nearby allen's body and quickly twisting upward into a blazing pillar. a proper funeral pyre evaporating the icy landscape around them. no more dark blue flames from the monster before, these hold the same spectral hue of the dead returned to life. shouto's still left to hold allen's body, but all four of them (villain, hero, priest, golem) are now bathed in the heat of dabi's flames. a furnace waiting to accept the body his brother still holds onto.]
Mournin the dead doesn't bring them back. Clock's gonna chime midnight no matter what ya do.
[dabi focuses on the fire.]
The longer ya hold onto him now, the longer it'll take for him to return, Shouto. Might as well be movin forward when the mornin comes.