This time he took the normal route. Going up to the door and knocking with a single index knuckle. He shifted. Hands at his sides. They both gotten lucky- At least for now. So he waited on Dustys answer. An impatient shifting of feet. " Dusty. " He spoke aloud. Knocking once more. A little louder this time than prior. The sounds of sirens filled the distant air, mentally hoping he wasn't out during the events.
He had been. The blond had been preparing - he was sure other people around the Island were aware of the impending danger, so he had been making sure he was ready to assist in any relief efforts. Not only had he helped in moving and rescuing Island inhabitants, but he was ushering them to the proper refuges as best he could.
Sanctum gets no answer from inside, as Dusty isn’t even home — he is coming back, and his voice, however strained and exhausted, approaches from behind the vampire.
“… Sanctum?” He speaks, walking into the gate and dropping a bag. His appearance tells the other more than enough, and it’s almost harrowing to see him in a different way. He had been out picking people free, directing them to the proper help — but so many people were hurt. So many people were just … Gone. Though the closer he gets, his appearance is more clear. His hair is a much darker color, ashen and stained with the dirt and debris he’d been climbing through. When he pulls a respirator-like mask from his mouth, the difference in skin tone is great - pale skin contrasted against dirt, grime and ash. He’s not sure if the scrapes on his body are the cause of some blood, or if other bloodstains are from people he’s been helping.Nonetheless, he all but collapses into Sanctum’s arms - a tight hug, knowing that the other has been worried.“I was - helping. Everyone is stretched thin… I just thought I’d do what I could.” Dusty says. “But I’m here - I’m good. Are you?” He asks, his blue eye the brightest of the two against his dirtied skin.
