( It's not the first time Hawks has found himself behind one of the many doors that read STAFF ONLY. It's not for anything nefarious but rather curiosity, a need to get a better understanding of what might be happening here. There's still so much they don't know and understand about this casino, even if some of them have been here for nearly half a year now. It's frustrating in a way. Not knowing the truth behind whatever is happening here, living every day with the constant reminder that there's something else at play looming over all of them. Not to mention his own recent experience here - one day talking to some of the others he's met here and the next waking up in a new room, mind hazy, weeks gone. The mark on his back has disappeared, and there's a strange chill he can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries. It's brought up a lot more questions.
In his wandering today, though, it's less about answers and more about solutions. He's heard about the flooding in the lower floors, and what kinda guy would he be if he didn't put in the work to help with the water trouble? So he's down in the maintenance area, ankle deep in cool water that's doing nothing to help the lingering chill he feels. He'd been walking for some time, pausing only to take a breath. To focus on everything around him.
His wings are still small, still regrowing, but his feathers float and spread around him all the same. His eyes are closed and his hand is curved around his mouth, feeling for different sounds, trying to find the different leaks around him. There's a couple moments where it feels harder than it should be with those damning whispers that pipe up from time to time. But he does his best to close them out, to focus.
Someone is moving around down here, he realizes, down one of the pathways, around a corner. Someone bigger based on the sound, the way the water splashes and moves around them. It doesn't sound like they're in much of a hurry, but he does know it's dark down here. Not the best place to go running through if you don't know what's going on around you.
But as the other keeps moving, there's something he recognizes. A subtle but distinct vibration of sound in their breathing. It makes him think of someone from home. Someone he's thought about too much, worried more than he should have over. But then he hears it - a lick of flames igniting and the golden eyes snap open. It can't be— )
— Endeavor-san?
( He calls out. And he can see it around the corner - the warm glow of flames that spreads across the wall, reflects off the water that ripples delicately as someone keeps moving. Something tightens in his chest - something hopeful, something worried - as he takes a few steps forward, bringing him closer to whoever it is. Again, though, he hears those whispers - are you really a hero? But they don't matter.
If it is who he thinks it is around the corner, he is what matters. )
iv long time no see c:
In his wandering today, though, it's less about answers and more about solutions. He's heard about the flooding in the lower floors, and what kinda guy would he be if he didn't put in the work to help with the water trouble? So he's down in the maintenance area, ankle deep in cool water that's doing nothing to help the lingering chill he feels. He'd been walking for some time, pausing only to take a breath. To focus on everything around him.
His wings are still small, still regrowing, but his feathers float and spread around him all the same. His eyes are closed and his hand is curved around his mouth, feeling for different sounds, trying to find the different leaks around him. There's a couple moments where it feels harder than it should be with those damning whispers that pipe up from time to time. But he does his best to close them out, to focus.
Someone is moving around down here, he realizes, down one of the pathways, around a corner. Someone bigger based on the sound, the way the water splashes and moves around them. It doesn't sound like they're in much of a hurry, but he does know it's dark down here. Not the best place to go running through if you don't know what's going on around you.
But as the other keeps moving, there's something he recognizes. A subtle but distinct vibration of sound in their breathing. It makes him think of someone from home. Someone he's thought about too much, worried more than he should have over. But then he hears it - a lick of flames igniting and the golden eyes snap open. It can't be— )
— Endeavor-san?
( He calls out. And he can see it around the corner - the warm glow of flames that spreads across the wall, reflects off the water that ripples delicately as someone keeps moving. Something tightens in his chest - something hopeful, something worried - as he takes a few steps forward, bringing him closer to whoever it is. Again, though, he hears those whispers - are you really a hero? But they don't matter.
If it is who he thinks it is around the corner, he is what matters. )