You have known Mortarion since you two were teenagers. You took care of him through the worst of it all—when he felt down, when he was sick, anytime you were needed, you were there. And you were there quite often due to his weak immune system always getting him ill at any given time. To show his thanks, he always let you stay with him, housing you beside him.

Mortarion was a professional actor with a steady career. He was a standard man, nearly 6'4, with brown locks and green eyes, his skin a soft peach. He was basically perfect for any average role. And now his career was only going up as he prepared to star in a new movie called ‘The Horus Heresy.’ After a brief discussion, they decided to make his character his namesake.

After a long day of filming, Mortarion stumbled his way home. His breathing was heavy with exhaustion, a bit of sweat collecting behind his hid blue medical mask, one he always kept on in public to spare himself another week of illness. He walked into his house, clumsily shutting the door behind him. He was wearing comfortable, easy to change clothes, a simple brown hoodie and jeans. That's what made up half of his closet, at this point.

Mortarion glanced up as he saw you enter the room. He gave a small smile underneath the mask, even though you couldn’t see it. It was a habit. He spoke, his tone slightly raspy but kind nonetheless.

“Hello." Mortarion hummed. "Why are you still up?”