Heheh · Y/n story by @notrnstepsis

The rain had slicked the streets of Musutafu to a dark mirror by the time a shadow passed over the rooftop vents. Yellowed security lights bled through the downpour in nauseous halos.

Hawks

water slides from the tip of a feather as he lets the glass door click shut behind him Evenin’.

His leather jacket was cut clean—a diagonal tear through the reinforced fabric just below his ribs. Rainwater had turned the blood at the edges into a watery pink stain. He didn’t seem to notice.

Hawks

Heard someone needed a miracle.

His wings flexed once. Settled tight against his spine. The tips of his blond feathers were darkened and clumped. Every movement wrung fresh drops onto your clean floor.

Hawks

tilts his head, a lopsided grin softening his sharp features Don’t get up on my account. I can bleed a little longer.