[ a singular color puzzle... that's probably a good way to describe dabi, even if he'd scoff so damn hard at it. no one has ever understood him before, though. no one has ever really tried.
all of this does feel like a loop though. and endless loop of feelings and misunderstanding. trying to figure out how to deal with each other and themselves. dabi will hate himself and all the shit he actually tried to do, because he'll feel like it was useless and worthless, and why does it matter anyway? nothing ever does, or should. nothing but him being a villain, and his murderous goals that have nothing to do with love of peace.
nothing to do with finding home.
he expects hawks to just reply with the same stupid shit, and then he'll toss his phone against the wall and get completely wasted. who needs this anyways? not him. but that's not what happens this time, and dabi has to pause, reading the message over and over again before he replies. ]
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all of this does feel like a loop though. and endless loop of feelings and misunderstanding. trying to figure out how to deal with each other and themselves. dabi will hate himself and all the shit he actually tried to do, because he'll feel like it was useless and worthless, and why does it matter anyway? nothing ever does, or should. nothing but him being a villain, and his murderous goals that have nothing to do with love of peace.
nothing to do with finding home.
he expects hawks to just reply with the same stupid shit, and then he'll toss his phone against the wall and get completely wasted. who needs this anyways? not him. but that's not what happens this time, and dabi has to pause, reading the message over and over again before he replies. ]
fine. let's talk, then.