( Hawks // Asks. ) - Tumblr Posts

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.❞

"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.