🔉 ... the night grew bleak, the end slowly fading from sight. tommy wanted to be a hero, to be like his fathers. yet, every attempt seemed miniscule. hordes multiplying with each one cleared out, the price paid with sound manipulation. his hands slowly fell numb, mind hazed from the tuning of frequencies. so, when a familiar figure inched toward him, he'd almost been convinced it were a hallucination, a figment of his imagination. eyes draw in to squint, the figure only recognisable through the glowing of ruins engulfed by flames. was it really him? “ arden? s’that really you? ” words fall almost beneath a mutter, aching body limping toward the trusted other. he prayed that it had been him, not a delusion of his tired mind. “ it's neverending. they just keep coming n’ coming, ya gotta help me out here. ” there's a fragileness in his tone, eyes scorned by the flames and tears. he may have saved crowds upon crowds of innocent bystanders but he sure didn't feel like no hero. where his power allowed him to deter, it simultaneously redirected. for all he knew, he was costing the lives of many, unaccounted, innocent civilians. that didn't make him a hero, that made him a goddamn monster. hands extend out, caressing over familiar skin with a choked cry of relief. “ i'm just luring them in, i'm killing people, ar. people are dead because of me! ” another strained sob, hands faltering to his waist as head drops against shoulder, muffling his wails. / @halcyonsboys.