Oh how time flies..[Offspring]

[Offspring]

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

Time is unforgiving, and it waits for no one.

  No longer is he kept safe beneath a cloak of immortality. His age has begun to settle in between long, but strong and fortified bones, causing the slightest ache in the early hours of morning. Though he is dark and as black as he has ever been, there are deep, undeniable creases beneath and beside his dark, crimson eyes – with each passing year, he is carved into deeper, harder by the hand of time. He is not exempt from fatigue, nor is he tireless as he had once been, but the empty void that had once taken refuge within his old, tired and weary heart had since faded away. He can feel himself becoming older, and he can feel his time beginning to wane –

  But his heart had never felt so whole.

  He does not pay any mind to the way his youth has begun to slip away from him; he had wandered year after year with no purpose – aimless, and restless. Each year began to fade into the next, and his age is but a triple digit number he cannot possibly hope to calculate. How can he, when so many seasons had blended into the next, washing away the distant memory of his youth, of his upbringing, of his true age with it? As if it had been swallowed whole by the ravenous and grasping tide of his memory. As if it had been forgotten.

  None of it mattered.
  None of it ever had.

  Not once Tantalize had taken what broken, splintered piece of his heart remained, filling in the crevices, mending what had once been thought ruined. Damaged. Destroyed.

  The burden of leadership had no weight on him now, and he felt lighter, younger, despite the way his body had seemingly begun to succumb to time so suddenly. He cared not. He was older, to be certain, but he was not yet old. Far from senile, far from beyond his prime. He had proven it time and time again with the one who held his heart, long after the sun fell, and at times, even long after it rose again.

  Peaceful. He is peaceful, staring out into the fervent sea where a distant storm is brewing, crackling with electricity and twisting and turning with urgency – but it is hours away, and he does not worry. The volcanic island had seen worse. He is quiet, contemplative, when a familiar voice carries through the dense and stagnant air. His cheek is turned, scarlet gaze peering out toward the shoreline, as a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as the feminine silhouette of Jord is made visible by the sharpness of his enhanced eyesight.

  His legs carry him easily to her, towering and broad, though there is a flicker of amusement in each pupil as Tantalize emerges from the thick brush, gaze narrowed. His lips press along her hip and across the curve of her spine, before a soft kiss is pressed to her jawline. Urging the tension between her shoulders to melt away, to be forgotten. His attention is turned then to Jord – an old friend, from long ago, though yet again, time has escaped him, and the years have merely become little more than a memory.

  Fleeting, time is. He can never follow it closely enough.

  ”Who are you calling old?” he muses with a low, rumbling chuckle. ”Liz, this is Jord,” he says, his voice rough from disuse and laced with contentment. ”she is an old friend. Jord, this is Liz – she is my ..” He pauses, realizing terminology had not expressly been discussed. He does not miss a beat, however, resuming his sentence swiftly. ”.. companion, if you will – she is my heart. Welcome home. It has been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.

@[Tantalize] @[Jord]