i'm down to absolute zero. || smoak

[Offspring]

You're looking at an absolute zero;
I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero.

  His solitude is fleeting, stolen away by a gentle rustling of the thick and wavering tendrils of vegetation somewhere to his left – his gaze does not yet avert from the fading line of the hazy horizon yet; only a ear is cocked towards the sound. Less than a heartbeat later, the dense grain is parted by a spindly and gangly figure, youthful and wide-eyed and splayed out before him – and he can hardly conceal the amusement from tugging at the once stern stoicism of his hardened features. A smile has crept up, pulling at one corner of his dark mouth, while a deep and rumbling chuckle reverberates from the depth of his broad chest.

  ”No, I daresay that he is not. I have not seen him,” he utters, not needing a name – he knew him already as of the son of Dahmer and Ellyse (though he had never questioned it – an unexpected union, but nonetheless, he held his tongue, for it was not his place to ask). As the searing crimson his gaze traces the sharp line of sinew and bone upon his body, he quietly observes the speckling of bone armor covering various areas of his lithe and slender form, admiring how the bone-bending prowess of his mother had mutated into the genes of her son.

 ”I’m fine – Smoak, is it?” he murmurs, glancing away at last, observing the flame surfacing across his skin – he is alight with fire, literally and figuratively. ”As you are gifted with an armor of bone, I am gifted with fire.” He muses, momentarily lingering on the self-loathing and hatred he had felt for the festering flames mere months prior. Now, it felt as much a part of him as the marrow of his bone. ”My name is Offspring.”

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.