I Was Listening To A Sad Song When Writing This :') - Blog Posts

Fanon looks over to Talons as he sighs. He whispers back to her.

"Canon has always been alone, plus he isn't like us. Well, he doesn't partake in any bird things. In all honesty, I'm still on the fence if he has any actual bird traits, or if his quirk is just him having wings."

Canon easily overhears the conversation as looks at the two.

C.Hawks: I've already told you, Fanon, my quirk is a mutation from my parent's quirk. Neither have wings nor the abilities I do, so my features and wings are unique. The only thing I can remember is having my- actually... I don't even remember that much.

Canon avoids revealing more than he has and refuses to go into his past. 'He's dead, you're Hawks now, a hero!' Canon thought as he looked away, staring in front of him, looking at the mundane walls.

C.Hawks: I think I'm gonna go, for now, get some fresh air.

Canon rises and puts on his jacket and flight gear. He leaves and takes to the skies, wanting nothing more than to be alone. He this about his mom during his flight, and subconsciously flies to the home provided to her by the commission. He stands in the yard for a bit, before sighing and flying away.

"The name Takami is dead. The name Hawks, is born."

Meanwhile...

Fanon looks at Talon and tries to think of a way to cheer her up.

"Maybe we should dig into that chicken before it gets cold, huh?"

*finishes fluffing up up the pillows and blankets in a circular formation and flutters in. Sees the boys and pats the open spots next to her*

Come rest a bit?

F.Hawks: Nest? Nest. Nest...

C.Hawks: You good, Fanon?

F.Hawks: I'm gonna go rest in the nest. Join if you want, or not.

C.Hawks: Sure... I guess I can try out whatever it is you find enjoyable about this...

F.Hawks: You don't mind if I lay down do you? I reaaally need to stretch, and I feel more comfortable on my stomach when I do so.

C.Hawks: Well, we were invited to sit, so I guess you can?

*Fanon lays down in the nest of pillows and blankets. He stretches his arms legs and wings as he lets out a satisfied yawn.*

F.Hawks: Can one of you preen my wings? It's been a while since I last got them sorted out and it's causing mild discomfort.

*Canon walks over and sits next to you, then looks at Fanon who seems to be very relaxed.*

C.Hawks: hm...