[he's never once boasted about being sane. he's nuts and he owns it. considering the way he spun that broadcast to suit his own purposes, to say nothing of turning hawks' murder of twice into an empathic accusation against the heroes, dabi's got a knack for taking the truth and being a sicko to it. even if he had known his father sat before his shrine daily, he would've dismissed it as an "obligation" to keep face and never once thought endeavor had any true feelings of remorse. (not to mention spitefully assuming his father would be very put out over wasting time at his failure's shrine when he could be training his beloved weapon.) but for all his obsessive drive about the man, dabi had never once returned to his family estate, never spied on it through a sniper-rifle scope or piloted a drone over top. he refused to look back at the place that pointedly discarded him. there was nothing there for him. the next time he sees his familial home, it'll be in flames.
yeah, he's full of bullshit. maybe endeavor can take some heart in that, knowing he's probably not as bad as dabi would love to make him out to be. after all, no matter what the villain says or what crap endeavor has in his life, the man is still a hero and there are many, many lives who were protected by him.
the condescending laugh doesn't do anything for him but back up his irritation and dabi's expression flattens at the sarcastic platitude. ironically, it sounds exactly like something he'd have said himself if he got the chance to zing endeavor with it.]
Ya got a funny fuckin way of showin that.
[back at you, old man. he's the gift that keeps on giving. mentioning his brothers earns a snarling scoff and dabi flips the hero off. it goes without saying he wants to light them both up right now, but is obviously struggling to curb his violent instincts. so instead he focuses on the other part of that comment.]
Natsuo ain't got the guts to kill ya even if he had the strength to. He'd use it to run away cause he can't stand difficulties.
[endeavor may bear the brunt of dabi's seething rage, but the eldest todoroki offspring has plenty of toxin towards the others in his family. even natsuo, the one touya was closest to, the one he'd cried on his shoulder for so many nights, ultimately burned his bridge to his older brother as well and earned his hatred and derision in exchange.
he would've loved to have been there and seen the looks on the rest of endeavor's family's faces when they saw his little reveal all on the news. what would they look like when he bared himself, showing the ugly scars all over his body, his ruined face and figure, admitting to all the blood on his hands without a shred of remorse... they'd have far more expressive faces than endeavor viewing him now, but dabi knows well enough to read under the older hero's visage. he saw his horror and shock on the battlefield. endeavor's too strong to be affected like that twice. so instead he gets to watch his father take in the sheer expanse of his son's damaged state up close.
dabi scoffs when endeavor looks away.]
Prude.
[shame's for the weak. he had to get over it when he realizes going around wrapped in bandages wasn't feasible. and because showing his ruined features to people elicits the intimidation, fear, and disgust he wants others to feel around him. especially because the "how" question always comes up and he gets to response this is the work of heroes. what a great conversation starter! at least he'll spare his father the grimy details of what he had to do to survive for all those years out on the streets. that pure-faced little boy looking out of the black frame atop the shrine is nothing but a ghost.]
A lot of it's from that day. Now I'm losin real estate when I overuse my Quirk. [he brings his hand in front of his body and gestures to his wrist.] It started here. [and indicates with his finger just below the bend of his joint.] Now it's here. [and touches the seam of staples that now encroaches the heel of his palm and crawls onto the back of his hand. dabi gives a staple on the back of his hand a lazy tap.] Had to redo all of them after the war.
[the combination of the battle against re-destro and his ilk and his close brush to completing his vengeance when the heroes and villains clashed had seen dabi blow past his safety limits without much regard for himself. and he's paid for it with his burn scars stretching into new areas. kind of like those huge deserts in africa, always creeping forward and getting bigger each year.
of course he blames his father for every single moment of his agony. every staple punching through his flesh, every grimace when he has to tug them out, every skin-crawling (semi-literally) sensation when he has to stretch the burnt and healthy flesh to meet each other. all his fault.
this time, dabi doesn't flinch away or snarl at him when endeavor touches his skin. there's a difference between the gentle attempts to rub his head like a father and guilty touching the damage he's inflicted upon him. dabi can deal with the latter. his skin's warm, a bit warmer than "normal" should be simply due to his quirk, but the change in texture between his healthy smooth and scorched wrinkled is telling. it's not a good feeling and dabi snorts in an "thought so" tone when endeavor pulls his hand back.]
Disgustin, huh.
[he looks up to meet the eyes so similar to his own, hating them for staring out at him from the mirror. enji's eyes no matter where he went. now he was in front of him, towering over him like normal, and dabi looks right into those despicable eyes.]
Wow. [an apology. it's almost visible the way he deliberately hardens his heart, throat dipping in a swallow to force every one of his walls into lockdown so those words can't penetrate.] I'm sure ya "sorry" is gonna make all this better.
[giving it a few seconds, he reaches up and nudges the tip of his middle finger between two of the staples rimming the patch of burned flesh under his eye. pushing at and even under the skin.]
Nope. Still fucked up.
[it's one of the reasons he doesn't want to hear it. the hell does he think it's supposed to do? nothing's changed. shouto's still scarred. dabi's a freaking mess. endeavor has his own scar, the rest of the family remains traumatized. "sorry" means absolutely nothing. from any of them.
...murdering endeavor won't make dabi's scars go away either so it's kind of a moot point...]
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Date: 11/28/21 17:25 (UTC)yeah, he's full of bullshit. maybe endeavor can take some heart in that, knowing he's probably not as bad as dabi would love to make him out to be. after all, no matter what the villain says or what crap endeavor has in his life, the man is still a hero and there are many, many lives who were protected by him.
the condescending laugh doesn't do anything for him but back up his irritation and dabi's expression flattens at the sarcastic platitude. ironically, it sounds exactly like something he'd have said himself if he got the chance to zing endeavor with it.]
Ya got a funny fuckin way of showin that.
[back at you, old man. he's the gift that keeps on giving. mentioning his brothers earns a snarling scoff and dabi flips the hero off. it goes without saying he wants to light them both up right now, but is obviously struggling to curb his violent instincts. so instead he focuses on the other part of that comment.]
Natsuo ain't got the guts to kill ya even if he had the strength to. He'd use it to run away cause he can't stand difficulties.
[endeavor may bear the brunt of dabi's seething rage, but the eldest todoroki offspring has plenty of toxin towards the others in his family. even natsuo, the one touya was closest to, the one he'd cried on his shoulder for so many nights, ultimately burned his bridge to his older brother as well and earned his hatred and derision in exchange.
he would've loved to have been there and seen the looks on the rest of endeavor's family's faces when they saw his little reveal all on the news. what would they look like when he bared himself, showing the ugly scars all over his body, his ruined face and figure, admitting to all the blood on his hands without a shred of remorse... they'd have far more expressive faces than endeavor viewing him now, but dabi knows well enough to read under the older hero's visage. he saw his horror and shock on the battlefield. endeavor's too strong to be affected like that twice. so instead he gets to watch his father take in the sheer expanse of his son's damaged state up close.
dabi scoffs when endeavor looks away.]
Prude.
[shame's for the weak. he had to get over it when he realizes going around wrapped in bandages wasn't feasible. and because showing his ruined features to people elicits the intimidation, fear, and disgust he wants others to feel around him. especially because the "how" question always comes up and he gets to response this is the work of heroes. what a great conversation starter! at least he'll spare his father the grimy details of what he had to do to survive for all those years out on the streets. that pure-faced little boy looking out of the black frame atop the shrine is nothing but a ghost.]
A lot of it's from that day. Now I'm losin real estate when I overuse my Quirk. [he brings his hand in front of his body and gestures to his wrist.] It started here. [and indicates with his finger just below the bend of his joint.] Now it's here. [and touches the seam of staples that now encroaches the heel of his palm and crawls onto the back of his hand. dabi gives a staple on the back of his hand a lazy tap.] Had to redo all of them after the war.
[the combination of the battle against re-destro and his ilk and his close brush to completing his vengeance when the heroes and villains clashed had seen dabi blow past his safety limits without much regard for himself. and he's paid for it with his burn scars stretching into new areas. kind of like those huge deserts in africa, always creeping forward and getting bigger each year.
of course he blames his father for every single moment of his agony. every staple punching through his flesh, every grimace when he has to tug them out, every skin-crawling (semi-literally) sensation when he has to stretch the burnt and healthy flesh to meet each other. all his fault.
this time, dabi doesn't flinch away or snarl at him when endeavor touches his skin. there's a difference between the gentle attempts to rub his head like a father and guilty touching the damage he's inflicted upon him. dabi can deal with the latter. his skin's warm, a bit warmer than "normal" should be simply due to his quirk, but the change in texture between his healthy smooth and scorched wrinkled is telling. it's not a good feeling and dabi snorts in an "thought so" tone when endeavor pulls his hand back.]
Disgustin, huh.
[he looks up to meet the eyes so similar to his own, hating them for staring out at him from the mirror. enji's eyes no matter where he went. now he was in front of him, towering over him like normal, and dabi looks right into those despicable eyes.]
Wow. [an apology. it's almost visible the way he deliberately hardens his heart, throat dipping in a swallow to force every one of his walls into lockdown so those words can't penetrate.] I'm sure ya "sorry" is gonna make all this better.
[giving it a few seconds, he reaches up and nudges the tip of his middle finger between two of the staples rimming the patch of burned flesh under his eye. pushing at and even under the skin.]
Nope. Still fucked up.
[it's one of the reasons he doesn't want to hear it. the hell does he think it's supposed to do? nothing's changed. shouto's still scarred. dabi's a freaking mess. endeavor has his own scar, the rest of the family remains traumatized. "sorry" means absolutely nothing. from any of them.
...murdering endeavor won't make dabi's scars go away either so it's kind of a moot point...]