{hot and heavy this chapter 🔞⚠️ (and whiplash from angst to HOLY HELL OF SMUT but it happens)}
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Hawks was in the air, grin on his face. It was dark, it felt like everything was dark, but this was different.
He breathed in the soft mist that the clouds were made of, stretching his wings, spreading his arms. It was dark purple, thick with a storm which brewed dangerously.
His hair stood on end, feathers puffing from the electric buss in the air. He lowered in the clouds enough for the heavy rain to catch onto him.
As fun as it was to fly above the storm, diving through the down pour was far more exciting.
He turned and twisted, curling his wings inward to fall with the rest of the droplets. The precipitation was heavy, making the visibility of Japan less than transparent.
That's okay, he wasn't apart of Japan right now. Hawks was a bird in the air. He wasn't a government dog for the Commission, he wasn't a pet budgie for the League.
Hawks was his own man, his own feathers guiding him in the sky only he could appreciate.
A flash of light cracked the air in half next to him, shattering out thunder. He felt his ears ring, catching himself with his wings by spanning them out, stopping his decent by besting his feathers, catching on the air.
He laughed dizzily, his pulse electrified by his close encounter, feeling the rain slick his hero suit and hair down against his body.
He dived upwards, slicing through the rain, closing his eyes to appreciate the pin-needles digging into his skin as he flew.
Hawks was free up here where nothing mattered.
When he opened his eyes he found himself above the clouds. He looked up at the star-freckled sky and smiled widely, looking around for the moon he knew looked over him.
Strangely, when he met it, it was blue. A bright, brilliant, blue full moon.
His lips curled further into a grin, letting his wings go limp, feeling weightless for a few moments as his gaze wondered along the dark blanket of mist around him.
Seconds later he turned in the air, plummeting again. Plummeting back into the storm, feeling those loud thunder wails of super heated lightning abusing the air.
The grin never left his face, wind spreading it just slightly wider.
How he loved to fly, how he needed this.
How he would have gone insane so long ago if he didn't have his wings.
Hawks opened his eyes again, not sure when he closed them. Suddenly he wasn't alone as he fell.
The grin vanished as he faced a young teenage boy with red hair, streaks of white mixed into his locks from stress, scared arms limp at his side.
The grin vanished in a second as suddenly Hawks became so much more aware. The bliss of flight was replaced by a frigid terror. He moved his wings to get closer only to realize the wing didn't catch on them.
He looked down, eyes widening in horror.
No.
No, no, no no n o.
Golden eyes pierced the empty spaces where his feathers should have been, but no, they stole from him. They clipped his wings. He couldn't move. He couldn't save him. He was a hero, and he couldn't save him.
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