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[moonlighttinkered]

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[moonlighttinkered]

Apparently depression does make you hotter

[moonlighttinkered]

HE'S HOME

MY HUSBAND IS HOME

YESSSSSSS

Don't mind me just going to... shed few tears for a moment

[ladyandherbooks]

In the 6x09 credit images you can see that Runaan's flower has risen now floating on the wated.

Ethari in the last seconds of 6x09:

The rest of the Silvergrove

[moonlighttinkered]

I sense a disturbance in the force

[ninjasmudge]

"we need to be able to blaze other peoples posts" you can its called seeing a post and reblogging it with the tags 'posts that have 10k. to me.' so that the op can screenshot and go 'dont do this to me' and when you look it has 9k notes already

[ninjasmudge]

spinning in a circle sweating and shaking ready to shoot anything else that even twitches on this post

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari looked to the window, frowning at the darkness still out, before sighing and nodding. “Probably should, I’m sure my partner’s waiting on me.” He tossed a concerned look in Aaravos’ direction, glancing at where the stab wound had been a few hours ago “Are you okay on your own? I can walk you home, or close to it, if you want.” Assuming that this wasn’t the guys home which.. Would be awkward if it was 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos looked back at him when he asked that, then seemed to contemplate this offer before nodding.

“Might be a good idea.” He admitted as though reluctant to do so, “considering my luck lately.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded in agreement, then gestured to the door, grabbing his staff from his belt. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos nodded, getting up from the chair and walking over to the door. He pulled it open and revealed it had a rusted series three of numbers on it. One hanging upside down so it read 696. He paid no mind to this, and after glancing along the hallway, beckoned Ethari to follow him before leaving and starting to walk down to the exit.

The other doors along the hallways were equally as or even more worn-down or broken as the other one. Some were completely missing but the rooms inside were empty. Aaravos lead them down several flights of stairs and instead of leaving through a front door, he went through a side door out into another alleyway.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari followed easily, paying attention to his surroundings but not commenting on them. Just keeping them in mind for later. Oh and also thinking this was a barren apartment of some kind..

“So why do you take midnight walks?” Ethari asked lightly while they walked, glancing around to ensure no one was there.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos didn’t answer right away, seeming to be doing the same thing. When he did, it was with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Insomnia is a bitch.” Seemed to be his explanation.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari gave a nod. “That it is.” He had his own experiences with insomnia of course. Days of it. “Do you think investing in a treadmill or something would work better than risking your life nightly, though?” He asked with a joking tone.

[asking-the-danger-star]

The other smirked at that.

“Might be good investment if it were possible.” He replied, though not sounding too thoughtful. “The night you found me was the first time such a thrilling encounter occurred, however.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Yeah, that made sense.

“If only I could drag a treadmill from my house to yours.” He sighed, spending a moment in silent mourning then continuing “Still, insomnia is rough, even I know that, but taking walks when you have a target on your back isn’t a good play.”

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos hummed, but with him leading the way his expression was not seen.

“From what I have heard of them, and from what you said tonight, I don’t think when I walk will matter anymore anyway. But becoming a shut-in will just make things worse.”

[moonlighttinkered]

"Sadly true." Ethari admitted with a shake of his head. "Guess we're both in the thick of it now then. Though... if you're going to continue your walks then maybe stick with me at night?" He suggested with a smile that was still hidden by the gas mask.

"As potentially trauma inducing as my powers are, it's still better than getting cornered and nearly murdered every few nights."

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari looked to the window, frowning at the darkness still out, before sighing and nodding. “Probably should, I’m sure my partner’s waiting on me.” He tossed a concerned look in Aaravos’ direction, glancing at where the stab wound had been a few hours ago “Are you okay on your own? I can walk you home, or close to it, if you want.” Assuming that this wasn’t the guys home which.. Would be awkward if it was 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos looked back at him when he asked that, then seemed to contemplate this offer before nodding.

“Might be a good idea.” He admitted as though reluctant to do so, “considering my luck lately.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded in agreement, then gestured to the door, grabbing his staff from his belt. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos nodded, getting up from the chair and walking over to the door. He pulled it open and revealed it had a rusted series three of numbers on it. One hanging upside down so it read 696. He paid no mind to this, and after glancing along the hallway, beckoned Ethari to follow him before leaving and starting to walk down to the exit.

The other doors along the hallways were equally as or even more worn-down or broken as the other one. Some were completely missing but the rooms inside were empty. Aaravos lead them down several flights of stairs and instead of leaving through a front door, he went through a side door out into another alleyway.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari followed easily, paying attention to his surroundings but not commenting on them. Just keeping them in mind for later. Oh and also thinking this was a barren apartment of some kind..

“So why do you take midnight walks?” Ethari asked lightly while they walked, glancing around to ensure no one was there.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos didn’t answer right away, seeming to be doing the same thing. When he did, it was with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Insomnia is a bitch.” Seemed to be his explanation.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari gave a nod. “That it is.” He had his own experiences with insomnia of course. Days of it. “Do you think investing in a treadmill or something would work better than risking your life nightly, though?” He asked with a joking tone.

[asking-the-danger-star]

The other smirked at that.

“Might be good investment if it were possible.” He replied, though not sounding too thoughtful. “The night you found me was the first time such a thrilling encounter occurred, however.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Yeah, that made sense.

"If only I could drag a treadmill from my house to yours." He sighed, spending a moment in silent mourning then continuing "Still, insomnia is rough, even I know that, but taking walks when you have a target on your back isn't a good play."

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari looked to the window, frowning at the darkness still out, before sighing and nodding. “Probably should, I’m sure my partner’s waiting on me.” He tossed a concerned look in Aaravos’ direction, glancing at where the stab wound had been a few hours ago “Are you okay on your own? I can walk you home, or close to it, if you want.” Assuming that this wasn’t the guys home which.. Would be awkward if it was 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos looked back at him when he asked that, then seemed to contemplate this offer before nodding.

“Might be a good idea.” He admitted as though reluctant to do so, “considering my luck lately.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded in agreement, then gestured to the door, grabbing his staff from his belt. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos nodded, getting up from the chair and walking over to the door. He pulled it open and revealed it had a rusted series three of numbers on it. One hanging upside down so it read 696. He paid no mind to this, and after glancing along the hallway, beckoned Ethari to follow him before leaving and starting to walk down to the exit.

The other doors along the hallways were equally as or even more worn-down or broken as the other one. Some were completely missing but the rooms inside were empty. Aaravos lead them down several flights of stairs and instead of leaving through a front door, he went through a side door out into another alleyway.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari followed easily, paying attention to his surroundings but not commenting on them. Just keeping them in mind for later. Oh and also thinking this was a barren apartment of some kind..

“So why do you take midnight walks?” Ethari asked lightly while they walked, glancing around to ensure no one was there.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos didn’t answer right away, seeming to be doing the same thing. When he did, it was with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Insomnia is a bitch.” Seemed to be his explanation.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari gave a nod. "That it is." He had his own experiences with insomnia of course. Days of it. "Do you think investing in a treadmill or something would work better than risking your life nightly, though?" He asked with a joking tone.

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari looked to the window, frowning at the darkness still out, before sighing and nodding. “Probably should, I’m sure my partner’s waiting on me.” He tossed a concerned look in Aaravos’ direction, glancing at where the stab wound had been a few hours ago “Are you okay on your own? I can walk you home, or close to it, if you want.” Assuming that this wasn’t the guys home which.. Would be awkward if it was 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos looked back at him when he asked that, then seemed to contemplate this offer before nodding.

“Might be a good idea.” He admitted as though reluctant to do so, “considering my luck lately.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded in agreement, then gestured to the door, grabbing his staff from his belt. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos nodded, getting up from the chair and walking over to the door. He pulled it open and revealed it had a rusted series three of numbers on it. One hanging upside down so it read 696. He paid no mind to this, and after glancing along the hallway, beckoned Ethari to follow him before leaving and starting to walk down to the exit.

The other doors along the hallways were equally as or even more worn-down or broken as the other one. Some were completely missing but the rooms inside were empty. Aaravos lead them down several flights of stairs and instead of leaving through a front door, he went through a side door out into another alleyway.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari followed easily, paying attention to his surroundings but not commenting on them. Just keeping them in mind for later. Oh and also thinking this was a barren apartment of some kind..

"So why do you take midnight walks?" Ethari asked lightly while they walked, glancing around to ensure no one was there.

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari looked to the window, frowning at the darkness still out, before sighing and nodding. “Probably should, I’m sure my partner’s waiting on me.” He tossed a concerned look in Aaravos’ direction, glancing at where the stab wound had been a few hours ago “Are you okay on your own? I can walk you home, or close to it, if you want.” Assuming that this wasn’t the guys home which.. Would be awkward if it was 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos looked back at him when he asked that, then seemed to contemplate this offer before nodding.

“Might be a good idea.” He admitted as though reluctant to do so, “considering my luck lately.”

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded in agreement, then gestured to the door, grabbing his staff from his belt. "Lead the way, I'll follow."

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

-----

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know...

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari looked to the window, frowning at the darkness still out, before sighing and nodding. “Probably should, I’m sure my partner’s waiting on me.” He tossed a concerned look in Aaravos’ direction, glancing at where the stab wound had been a few hours ago “Are you okay on your own? I can walk you home, or close to it, if you want.” Assuming that this wasn’t the guys home which.. Would be awkward if it was 

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari tried to help as best he could, using both Aaravos and the wall as support while trying to walk. Luckily, he wasn’t dizzy so much as just not picking up feelings or proper sound apparently, but once he was walking he was a bit better. Even if the fuzz was being stubborn.

“Where?” He asked after a good minute of walking, finally catching the words.

Ethari was fucked if he had to sleep off the fuzz again.

[asking-the-danger-star]

He hesitated to answer, then spoke:

“Somewhere practically abandoned. No one will find you there. Just rest a while, or whatever you need to do…” He said finally.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari only hummed, walking along with Aaravos though he entirely lost track of time. He let the civilian lead the way, entirely quiet. Luckily neither came across any drama and got there relatively fast. At the point of reaching their destination, Ethari had rested his head on Aaravos’s shoulder despite how uncomfortable that seemed.

He was definitely going to have to sleep. Great…

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos laid him down on something soft eventually (after half-carrying him up a few flights of stairs) and backed away from him, a bit out of breath.

“There…just lie there a while. You can leave through the window.” He said, then turned to leave.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari laid down easily, settling in for a moment before finally noticing Aaravos turning away. “Gonnn home?” He asked with difficulty.

Part of him knew he shouldn’t keep Aaravos but he never liked being alone with the fuzz. Even if he was about to fall asleep on a couch of some abandoned place it still felt like he could be hurt at any moment.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stopped and looked back at Catalyst, hesitating again.

“Unless you don’t mind if I stay.” He offered, “can never tell with you vigilante types.”

He smirked to show he was joking, but didn’t expect the vigilante to see or care.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded, not being able to get out the thought about Aaravos implying he knows other vigilantes. “Please.” He says aloud, setting onto the couch again.

His hood had slid off a bit, revealing a hint of white hair, but how Ethari straight rubbed his head against the couch in an attempt to remove the cloudy feeling with little results except for the action removing Ethari’s hood altogether, fully showing messy, white hair with small highlights of green and purple inside it. The gas mask stayed on, luckily, but with the hood gone one could see the exact mechanism keeping the mask on.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos did notice, and found himself staring. He then shook his head and walked back over.

“Very well…I will stay with you.” He informed, pulling an old chair over and sitting down. Eyes gravitating back to the very noticeable white hair at times as he avoided temptation to take off the mask.

[moonlighttinkered]

“Thanks.” Ethari hummed out, relaxing further once Aaravos had sat down. He ended up drifting off quickly following, but not before mumbling “And name’s Ethari. Not Catalyst.” Before knocking out completely.

He would be out for a few hours, just long enough to regain some energy.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stared at him, then shook his head in disbelief, but also some amusement.

“And you call me a dumbass.” He muttered, before sitting back a moment.

After a few minutes, he made absolute sure Catalyst-or Ethari, actually-was truly asleep…then reached up and unclamped the gas mask. Pulling it carefully away from the vigilante’s face.

This was not a good way to repay the man that literally saved him from death this time…but Ethari had called him several insults before when he seemingly was doing equally dangerous and stupid things, so Aaravos considered them even. Besides, how could anyone breathe properly with this thing on?

[moonlighttinkered]

The voice changer buzzed in protest to being disconnected. As the gas mask was removed, it revealed a normal guy. A single scar, faded with age and a natural healing factor ran from his lower jaw down his throat and into the hoodie’s cover, but everything else was just.. Normal. Even if his lips were drawn into a fine line as he slept. 

Ethari stirred just a bit, long enough to press his now fully exposed cheek into the arm of the couch, before falling asleep again. 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stared at him, taking in the features of the man behind the mask. He wasn’t exactly expecting something other than human…but to see the face of the vigilante alone was quite the feat.

He looked at the mask in his hands now, careful not to move it too much now he knew the voice changer was sensitive. So that was how it worked…he may consider something similar in the future. It did become a pain for both of them when he had to change his appearance her way…

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. He looked at the sleeping figure again, then took a deep breath before leaning forward again. It would be a bit tricky…but it wasn’t the first time for him.

He carefully used the pads of his fingers to push Ethari’s head up just enough, then just as carefully began to slide the mask into the gap the way it had come. Glancing at the sleeping owner occasionally to make sure he wasn’t disturbed from his rest.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari whined, another high pitched noise, when the mask was put back on but the mask went on easily still. Hooking back onto the latch easily and giving a reassuring click just in case. The voice changer still buzzed but it settled down once it was returned to the owner. 

After that little whine, Ethari readjusted his sleeping position to account for the mask, but luckily for Aaravos he was unaware of the bull fuckery that had just occurred. 

Three hours later, Ethari woke with a groan, lifting a hand up to his face to try to pull away the mask before the off texture of the couch struck his hand, and he jolted, sitting upright immediately. He looked around, eyes fully alert and momentarily alarmed before he saw Aaravos, and settled with a relieved sigh. “Oh, it’s just you.” Ethari mumbled, more to himself. His hair was a mess, even if he couldn’t see it he could feel it and a part of him began scolding the other part for flipping off the hood while he was delirious. He reached up with a gloved hand then brushed the white, purple highlighted hair away from his face. He then fixed Aaravos with a look of inquiry. “How long was I out?” From what he could tell, it was still dark so he hadn’t been gone for two long but Runaan was probably home by now…

Great. He’d have to explain so much.

[asking-the-danger-star]

“About three hours or so.” The civilian replied. He was now sitting in the same chair but against the opposite wall, his arms and legs crossed. Before Ethari woke, he had been looking out the window, which had rather plain curtains over it.

“How are you feeling now?” He then asked equally inquiringly.

[moonlighttinkered]

“Better.” Ethari answered quietly, still slightly tired but the adrenaline rush of noticing he was not at home had woken him up enough. He looked around a bit, before moving to stand. Wobbling a bit as dizziness crept up, but he shook it off. He should probably head home now..

"This is why you don’t fuck with the Deep.” He said instead of actually going anywhere, fixing Aaravos with a Look. “Now both of us have a target on our backs, and the Deep always get what they want.” 

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari tried to help as best he could, using both Aaravos and the wall as support while trying to walk. Luckily, he wasn’t dizzy so much as just not picking up feelings or proper sound apparently, but once he was walking he was a bit better. Even if the fuzz was being stubborn.

“Where?” He asked after a good minute of walking, finally catching the words.

Ethari was fucked if he had to sleep off the fuzz again.

[asking-the-danger-star]

He hesitated to answer, then spoke:

“Somewhere practically abandoned. No one will find you there. Just rest a while, or whatever you need to do…” He said finally.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari only hummed, walking along with Aaravos though he entirely lost track of time. He let the civilian lead the way, entirely quiet. Luckily neither came across any drama and got there relatively fast. At the point of reaching their destination, Ethari had rested his head on Aaravos’s shoulder despite how uncomfortable that seemed.

He was definitely going to have to sleep. Great…

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos laid him down on something soft eventually (after half-carrying him up a few flights of stairs) and backed away from him, a bit out of breath.

“There…just lie there a while. You can leave through the window.” He said, then turned to leave.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari laid down easily, settling in for a moment before finally noticing Aaravos turning away. “Gonnn home?” He asked with difficulty.

Part of him knew he shouldn’t keep Aaravos but he never liked being alone with the fuzz. Even if he was about to fall asleep on a couch of some abandoned place it still felt like he could be hurt at any moment.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stopped and looked back at Catalyst, hesitating again.

“Unless you don’t mind if I stay.” He offered, “can never tell with you vigilante types.”

He smirked to show he was joking, but didn’t expect the vigilante to see or care.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded, not being able to get out the thought about Aaravos implying he knows other vigilantes. “Please.” He says aloud, setting onto the couch again.

His hood had slid off a bit, revealing a hint of white hair, but how Ethari straight rubbed his head against the couch in an attempt to remove the cloudy feeling with little results except for the action removing Ethari’s hood altogether, fully showing messy, white hair with small highlights of green and purple inside it. The gas mask stayed on, luckily, but with the hood gone one could see the exact mechanism keeping the mask on.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos did notice, and found himself staring. He then shook his head and walked back over.

“Very well…I will stay with you.” He informed, pulling an old chair over and sitting down. Eyes gravitating back to the very noticeable white hair at times as he avoided temptation to take off the mask.

[moonlighttinkered]

“Thanks.” Ethari hummed out, relaxing further once Aaravos had sat down. He ended up drifting off quickly following, but not before mumbling “And name’s Ethari. Not Catalyst.” Before knocking out completely.

He would be out for a few hours, just long enough to regain some energy.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stared at him, then shook his head in disbelief, but also some amusement.

“And you call me a dumbass.” He muttered, before sitting back a moment.

After a few minutes, he made absolute sure Catalyst-or Ethari, actually-was truly asleep…then reached up and unclamped the gas mask. Pulling it carefully away from the vigilante’s face.

This was not a good way to repay the man that literally saved him from death this time…but Ethari had called him several insults before when he seemingly was doing equally dangerous and stupid things, so Aaravos considered them even. Besides, how could anyone breathe properly with this thing on?

[moonlighttinkered]

The voice changer buzzed in protest to being disconnected. As the gas mask was removed, it revealed a normal guy. A single scar, faded with age and a natural healing factor ran from his lower jaw down his throat and into the hoodie’s cover, but everything else was just.. Normal. Even if his lips were drawn into a fine line as he slept. 

Ethari stirred just a bit, long enough to press his now fully exposed cheek into the arm of the couch, before falling asleep again. 

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stared at him, taking in the features of the man behind the mask. He wasn’t exactly expecting something other than human…but to see the face of the vigilante alone was quite the feat.

He looked at the mask in his hands now, careful not to move it too much now he knew the voice changer was sensitive. So that was how it worked…he may consider something similar in the future. It did become a pain for both of them when he had to change his appearance her way…

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. He looked at the sleeping figure again, then took a deep breath before leaning forward again. It would be a bit tricky…but it wasn’t the first time for him.

He carefully used the pads of his fingers to push Ethari’s head up just enough, then just as carefully began to slide the mask into the gap the way it had come. Glancing at the sleeping owner occasionally to make sure he wasn’t disturbed from his rest.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari whined, another high pitched noise, when the mask was put back on but the mask went on easily still. Hooking back onto the latch easily and giving a reassuring click just in case. The voice changer still buzzed but it settled down once it was returned to the owner. 

After that little whine, Ethari readjusted his sleeping position to account for the mask, but luckily for Aaravos he was unaware of the bull fuckery that had just occurred. 

Three hours later, Ethari woke with a groan, lifting a hand up to his face to try to pull away the mask before the off texture of the couch struck his hand, and he jolted, sitting upright immediately. He looked around, eyes fully alert and momentarily alarmed before he saw Aaravos, and settled with a relieved sigh. “Oh, it’s just you.” Ethari mumbled, more to himself. His hair was a mess, even if he couldn’t see it he could feel it and a part of him began scolding the other part for flipping off the hood while he was delirious. He reached up with a gloved hand then brushed the white, purple highlighted hair away from his face. He then fixed Aaravos with a look of inquiry. “How long was I out?” From what he could tell, it was still dark so he hadn’t been gone for two long but Runaan was probably home by now...

Great. He’d have to explain so much.

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari tried to help as best he could, using both Aaravos and the wall as support while trying to walk. Luckily, he wasn’t dizzy so much as just not picking up feelings or proper sound apparently, but once he was walking he was a bit better. Even if the fuzz was being stubborn.

“Where?” He asked after a good minute of walking, finally catching the words.

Ethari was fucked if he had to sleep off the fuzz again.

[asking-the-danger-star]

He hesitated to answer, then spoke:

“Somewhere practically abandoned. No one will find you there. Just rest a while, or whatever you need to do…” He said finally.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari only hummed, walking along with Aaravos though he entirely lost track of time. He let the civilian lead the way, entirely quiet. Luckily neither came across any drama and got there relatively fast. At the point of reaching their destination, Ethari had rested his head on Aaravos’s shoulder despite how uncomfortable that seemed.

He was definitely going to have to sleep. Great…

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos laid him down on something soft eventually (after half-carrying him up a few flights of stairs) and backed away from him, a bit out of breath.

“There…just lie there a while. You can leave through the window.” He said, then turned to leave.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari laid down easily, settling in for a moment before finally noticing Aaravos turning away. “Gonnn home?” He asked with difficulty.

Part of him knew he shouldn’t keep Aaravos but he never liked being alone with the fuzz. Even if he was about to fall asleep on a couch of some abandoned place it still felt like he could be hurt at any moment.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stopped and looked back at Catalyst, hesitating again.

“Unless you don’t mind if I stay.” He offered, “can never tell with you vigilante types.”

He smirked to show he was joking, but didn’t expect the vigilante to see or care.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded, not being able to get out the thought about Aaravos implying he knows other vigilantes. “Please.” He says aloud, setting onto the couch again.

His hood had slid off a bit, revealing a hint of white hair, but how Ethari straight rubbed his head against the couch in an attempt to remove the cloudy feeling with little results except for the action removing Ethari’s hood altogether, fully showing messy, white hair with small highlights of green and purple inside it. The gas mask stayed on, luckily, but with the hood gone one could see the exact mechanism keeping the mask on.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos did notice, and found himself staring. He then shook his head and walked back over.

“Very well…I will stay with you.” He informed, pulling an old chair over and sitting down. Eyes gravitating back to the very noticeable white hair at times as he avoided temptation to take off the mask.

[moonlighttinkered]

“Thanks.” Ethari hummed out, relaxing further once Aaravos had sat down. He ended up drifting off quickly following, but not before mumbling “And name’s Ethari. Not Catalyst.” Before knocking out completely.

He would be out for a few hours, just long enough to regain some energy.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stared at him, then shook his head in disbelief, but also some amusement.

“And you call me a dumbass.” He muttered, before sitting back a moment.

After a few minutes, he made absolute sure Catalyst-or Ethari, actually-was truly asleep…then reached up and unclamped the gas mask. Pulling it carefully away from the vigilante’s face.

This was not a good way to repay the man that literally saved him from death this time…but Ethari had called him several insults before when he seemingly was doing equally dangerous and stupid things, so Aaravos considered them even. Besides, how could anyone breathe properly with this thing on?

[moonlighttinkered]

The voice changer buzzed in protest to being disconnected. As the gas mask was removed, it revealed a normal guy. A single scar, faded with age and a natural healing factor ran from his lower jaw down his throat and into the hoodie’s cover, but everything else was just.. Normal. Even if his lips were drawn into a fine line as he slept. 

Ethari stirred just a bit, long enough to press his now fully exposed cheek into the arm of the couch, before falling asleep again. 

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari tried to help as best he could, using both Aaravos and the wall as support while trying to walk. Luckily, he wasn’t dizzy so much as just not picking up feelings or proper sound apparently, but once he was walking he was a bit better. Even if the fuzz was being stubborn.

“Where?” He asked after a good minute of walking, finally catching the words.

Ethari was fucked if he had to sleep off the fuzz again.

[asking-the-danger-star]

He hesitated to answer, then spoke:

“Somewhere practically abandoned. No one will find you there. Just rest a while, or whatever you need to do…” He said finally.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari only hummed, walking along with Aaravos though he entirely lost track of time. He let the civilian lead the way, entirely quiet. Luckily neither came across any drama and got there relatively fast. At the point of reaching their destination, Ethari had rested his head on Aaravos’s shoulder despite how uncomfortable that seemed.

He was definitely going to have to sleep. Great…

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos laid him down on something soft eventually (after half-carrying him up a few flights of stairs) and backed away from him, a bit out of breath.

“There…just lie there a while. You can leave through the window.” He said, then turned to leave.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari laid down easily, settling in for a moment before finally noticing Aaravos turning away. “Gonnn home?” He asked with difficulty.

Part of him knew he shouldn’t keep Aaravos but he never liked being alone with the fuzz. Even if he was about to fall asleep on a couch of some abandoned place it still felt like he could be hurt at any moment.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stopped and looked back at Catalyst, hesitating again.

“Unless you don’t mind if I stay.” He offered, “can never tell with you vigilante types.”

He smirked to show he was joking, but didn’t expect the vigilante to see or care.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded, not being able to get out the thought about Aaravos implying he knows other vigilantes. “Please.” He says aloud, setting onto the couch again.

His hood had slid off a bit, revealing a hint of white hair, but how Ethari straight rubbed his head against the couch in an attempt to remove the cloudy feeling with little results except for the action removing Ethari’s hood altogether, fully showing messy, white hair with small highlights of green and purple inside it. The gas mask stayed on, luckily, but with the hood gone one could see the exact mechanism keeping the mask on.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos did notice, and found himself staring. He then shook his head and walked back over.

“Very well…I will stay with you.” He informed, pulling an old chair over and sitting down. Eyes gravitating back to the very noticeable white hair at times as he avoided temptation to take off the mask.

[moonlighttinkered]

"Thanks." Ethari hummed out, relaxing further once Aaravos had sat down. He ended up drifting off quickly following, but not before mumbling "And name's Ethari. Not Catalyst." Before knocking out completely.

He would be out for a few hours, just long enough to regain some energy.

[moonlighttinkered]

Catalyst Of The Depths

@asking-the-danger-star

Basis: Xadia is a single, massive city full of people with superpowers. The strongest of these powered individuals- Heroes- have control of the city, and the right by law to do whatever necessary to keep the people safe.

However, unrest grows as crime runs rampant in the poorest districts of Xadia, with three gangs rise to power beneath their noses. Forced to defend themselves when the heroes won’t, everyday civilians rise to take the roles of vigilantes- Illegal, untrained, and unlicensed heroes with the intent to defend their homes the way heroes do not. 

Tensions are rising, gang violence is becoming commonday, and the heroes are arresting Vigilantes for doing what’s right.

The city lies in unrest for the uncertain road ahead.

—–

Deep Breath.

In. Out. 

Again.

The cold, crisp air of winter filled Ethari’s lungs, only to flow out once again as he continued his exercise, winters final breaths dancing around him like a flame, but frozen. Instead of red, burning embers, only the pale white of snowflakes dotted the air around him.

Probably the last snow Xadia would see for awhile. 

A quiet part of Ethari’s mind reminded him of the dangers that came with doing this: Sitting on the rooftop of some apartment in Lower Xadia, watching the sky while snow fell around and on him without remorse. 

He could catch a cold like this, and then when he returned home Runaan would question why. Surely a simple walk wouldn’t cause that much damage, right? The accountant would know. 

Actually, that thought was quite loud now, as Ethari’s throat seemed to close in on itself with the fear of Runaan guessing the true reason for a cold correctly. Even if it had been ten years of them being together, with barely a hint of suspicion, Runaan couldn’t know…

Ethari shoved the fear away as quickly as he felt it come, but finally the vigilante stood. He shook the stray snow out of the mess he called his hair, then pulled his hood up to hide the white strands from the public, zipping up the purple and green jacket to fight the cold, then following quickly with the mask as a final seal to prevent him from being recognized.

Though simple compared to most of the hero’s masks, Ethari always felt a sense of pride when thinking about his own, a gas mask that barely stopped at his cheekbones, carefully painted purple with green and silver accents as it wrapped around the bottom half of his face, clipping onto the hoodie then locking in a way only he knew how to undo. 

“Test.” He started, listening closely to his voice through the mask before sighing in relief when the same words came out low and borderline menacing, monumentally different than his own. He had to fix the voice changer not two days ago because it had stopped working, so to hear the familiar electronic rasp was a relief. Missed like an old friend.

But okay, Ethari had his relaxing time, now the moon was rising and as it did so would crime throughout Lower Xadia.

It was time to get to work.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari tried to help as best he could, using both Aaravos and the wall as support while trying to walk. Luckily, he wasn’t dizzy so much as just not picking up feelings or proper sound apparently, but once he was walking he was a bit better. Even if the fuzz was being stubborn.

“Where?” He asked after a good minute of walking, finally catching the words.

Ethari was fucked if he had to sleep off the fuzz again.

[asking-the-danger-star]

He hesitated to answer, then spoke:

“Somewhere practically abandoned. No one will find you there. Just rest a while, or whatever you need to do…” He said finally.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari only hummed, walking along with Aaravos though he entirely lost track of time. He let the civilian lead the way, entirely quiet. Luckily neither came across any drama and got there relatively fast. At the point of reaching their destination, Ethari had rested his head on Aaravos’s shoulder despite how uncomfortable that seemed.

He was definitely going to have to sleep. Great…

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos laid him down on something soft eventually (after half-carrying him up a few flights of stairs) and backed away from him, a bit out of breath.

“There…just lie there a while. You can leave through the window.” He said, then turned to leave.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari laid down easily, settling in for a moment before finally noticing Aaravos turning away. “Gonnn home?” He asked with difficulty.

Part of him knew he shouldn’t keep Aaravos but he never liked being alone with the fuzz. Even if he was about to fall asleep on a couch of some abandoned place it still felt like he could be hurt at any moment.

[asking-the-danger-star]

Aaravos stopped and looked back at Catalyst, hesitating again.

“Unless you don’t mind if I stay.” He offered, “can never tell with you vigilante types.”

He smirked to show he was joking, but didn’t expect the vigilante to see or care.

[moonlighttinkered]

Ethari nodded, not being able to get out the thought about Aaravos implying he knows other vigilantes. "Please." He says aloud, setting onto the couch again.

His hood had slid off a bit, revealing a hint of white hair, but how Ethari straight rubbed his head against the couch in an attempt to remove the cloudy feeling with little results except for the action removing Ethari's hood altogether, fully showing messy, white hair with small highlights of green and purple inside it. The gas mask stayed on, luckily, but with the hood gone one could see the exact mechanism keeping the mask on.