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.

  The factual way the young boy replies is enough to draw out a glimmer of amusement within the darkness of his scarlet gaze – while his usually thin-lipped, straight mouth is drawn into a faint smile, with a low and rumbling chuckle disrupting his usual stoic façade. He so often forgot the simplicity and innocence of youth – he, himself, had not been young in what must be nearing two hundred years – but the awe and veneration shining in the golden flecks of his eyes cannot be found anywhere else. In time, it would fade, and wisdom and knowledge would take its place – one day, Smoak would not be so easily fascinated, nor entertained by a towering figure with his burning, crimson eyes, or the way his skin blisters like the sun with each shifting movement.

  In time, it would be a distant memory, of a different time – a different place, and he would see so much more that lay beyond the raucous sea surrounding the volcanic isle (both good and evil). His innocence would be lost – but for now, for the moment, Offspring is content to be within the presence of virtue – it is a reminder to him of how much he has come to know and see, and it stirs a yearning to see the world as he does, without the heavy scarring of experience and heartbreak to blind him.

  He can hardly stifle his laughter when Smoak speaks of Ellyse – he and the Head of War rarely spoke; rarely had the necessity for it. He had trusted Magnus’ judgment, and she had fought for her post fairly long ago – he knew one day she would tire of it and leave, as he had once, but she seemed to be a force to be reckoned with. Unyielding, despite any fatigue she might feel as General. Alas, he doubted she would like for the Overseer to know of the warning she had given her son – but he would not be the one to tell.

  Quietly, he lowers his heavy and broad skull, while his crimson gaze peers out toward the distant horizon, where vegetation sways to and fro with the gentle caress of the ocean breeze – a smirk settled upon his dark lips.

   ”What do you think I do to those who don’t respect me?”

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.