[private] I want you to know... that I'm all yours [Offy]

[Offspring]

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

  As his dark and storming gaze searches the frothing tide, watching the waves hungrily pull at the rhyolite-laden shoreline, he is silent, contemplative – but there is no restlessness within his chest; no hesitance or apprehension. He is at ease, for the first time in a long time. No longer does he carry the burden of leading and caring for the many, and he is all the more rested for it – but still he cannot let the volcanic island go, and so he is often found in the heart of the island nearest to the plumes of billowing smoke, or along the steaming precipice overlooking the ravenous ocean. Lost to his own thought.  

  His immortality had escaped him – washed away with the tireless, ravenous tide, adrift at sea as the fervent and blistering inferno of the once flickering flame within him grew within the hearth of his chest. No longer could he cling to his youth – nearly two hundred years had come and gone, and at last, age had begun to set in, drawing subtle creases beneath the darkness of his crimson gaze, around the rim of his dark lips and along his jaw. He is no longer youthful and spry, and at last, his body matches his tired and weary soul.

  His heart had been given to another once again, and yet – as always – it does not take long for him to doubt it; for him to doubt that anyone could truly love or know him. That anyone could see beyond the stoicism he feigned and the darkness that lay within his heart. Time had worn him down and stolen away any semblance of hope, and he began to wonder if he would ever find a way to chase away the shadow of his own doubt for an eternity and not simply for a day, for a week, for a couple of years. He is immersed deeply in his own thought when her voice rises above the churning sea below, crashing with ferocity against the jagged rock.

  His scarlet gaze searches her own, as the corner of his mouth twitches with a faint smile.

  ”Away,” he murmurs thoughtfully, staring out yet again across the horizon, and not at the striking woman he had once coveted – at the woman he had shared the darkest part of himself with; the woman who bore him a daughter as reckless and as unruly and as beautiful as the roiling ocean that lay before him. ”though I think you already knew that. And where have you been keeping yourself?"

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.

@[Reagan]