Feel The P O W E R Herepower Has Its P R I C Esome Can Live Like G O D Ssome Must S A C R I F I C E

feel the P O W E R here power has its P R I C E  some can live like G O D S some must S A C R I F I C E

"Haaaaawks!" She tugs on his arm, in simple street clothes after work, "Let's get Yakitori! I bet I can eat more than you!" /*smooches u*

unprompted! || always welcome || @dualgraced

          The petite girl decides to tug on his arm and he adjusts his yellow visor, sliding it up onto the top of his head. Peering down at the petite girl, he gives her his easy smile and tilts his head. Quite frankly, he's 1000% sure she definitely could probably eat more than him, given her Quirk. Still, he burns a lot of calories, too, and he's famished after how much effort he's expended today.

          And she's offered chicken, his favorite.

          So he laughs, and a glint shines in his eye, the spark of competition ignited. With his other free hand, he lifts it for a thumbs up. ❝I'd love to see you try, Aibi-chi,❞ Hawks replies. And before she even has a chance to respond, he shifts how she's holding his arm to capturing her hand in his. With a firm grasp, he immediately starts taking off into a fast pace walk.

          ❝Since you challenged, I get to pick the place—the loser pays the tab!❞ And then, with the grace of practiced finesse, his wings spread open and some of the feathers part from the plumage and cushions Aibi's frame. In one sweeping motion, he takes a jump and a flick of his wrist, she's swept into his arms as they take flight.

          He looks down and with a wink, he grins. ❝Hold tight!❞

          Now, he's just being a show-off.

Contemplates my type. Looks away from my type. 😔

From her hand, her special dust rests until she blows upon it, the glitter-like content drizzles above and onto him before she's taking flight, up into the air and simply waits, unable to contain her laughter. " A little sparkle seems to be what you need, " she muses, her fairy-like wings fluttering to keep her airborne. / for hawks!

unprompted! || always welcome || @apricifate

          Hawks blinks, looking seemingly bewildered by the legitimate sparkle that's been tossed his way. Honestly, his feathers are built for speed and aerodynamics, thank you very much. His feathers ruffle and flap behind him and he runs a hand through his wind-swept hair. An easy grin makes its way onto his face before he flaps his wings, amusement lighting up his lidded amber gaze.

          ❝Nope,❞ he drawls, with one flap and he's suddenly next to her with a slight pout before it quickly morphs into an amused grin. ❝I'll have you know my wings are ❛a precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics.❜ Sparkles will only get in the way, love.❞

𝔸𝕀𝔹𝕀-ℂℍ𝕀 [ dualgraced. ]

    Eyes widen as she can almost taste his pulse quicken, the shift in his scent to something she could easily sink her teeth into. Normally, it would scream at her, beg her to play, but up in the air, it was a suggestive flirt at best. The wind would’ve pulled most of the smell had she not been so close.

    His own words don’t help the heat building within her, suddenly much warmer despite the wind’s chill. It isn’t often the predator becomes the prey, but she supposes there was a first time for everything. Cheeks flush a color rivalling the crimson of her eyes, a hand moving from his neck to cover her nose and mouth, voice low as she replies,  ❝You don’t have to fly me around for that.❞

    As they get closer to the ground, her hand grasps at his coat this time instead, watching the blessed street get bigger beneath them. Taking in the view of the little restaurant, she wonders how she’s never found this spot before. The smell wafting out of it is divine, a place that seemed to love what it made.

    ❝It’s… so cute, Hawksy. I’d ask how you found it, but with a sky view, I’m sure it’s not hard.❞ Her nose wiggles as a customer leaves, opening the door to let out more wondrously tasty aromas.

        It’s almost tasty how he can feel her tense up in his arms, the craving for something he knows might be a little inappropriate. Hawks is relieved that she doesn’t have a Quirk that lets her read his mind, else, he isn’t sure how he’d live down the embarrassment at how attracted he is to the smaller, her innocent, yet resilient and straight-forward look into the future is something that he wants to protect.

        He always likes how cute she looks when the pinks start matching her eyes. Pretty little rubies, bright and sparkly like her eyes namesake. Leaning closer yet until his amber gaze is level with hers, he smiles. ❝Call it a special service, just for you,❞ he murmurs, even with her hand covering her nose and mouth.

        And then as quickly as the moment of intimacy comes, it’s gone after he announces their arrival at their location. Truthfully, he isn’t sure if he’d forgive himself if he gave Aibi a cold because of his carelessness. Maybe he’ll have to figure out a way for her to get bundled up in his jacket next time so she wouldn’t get those goosebumps.

        Hawks doesn’t quite let Aibi down yet, but he maneuvers to standing with her still in his arms as she turns her head, sniffing the air of the café with open curiosity. He could almost see her drooling already and his lips twitch, appreciative of her eagerness to try out the food that smells as good as it looks. ❝Nope, but someone also recommended me this place to try out their dinner special—says it’s what makes this place special.❞ And then, after a moment, he sets her down and adjusts his clothes once more.

        ❝Ready?❞ he asks, standing beside her with his wings folded in behind him.

idk wtf I’m doing with icons anymore. how do people do icons???