I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Offspring]

[Offspring]

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

  He, too, is powerless to resist the allure of the wild and open sea.

  While the volcano held its own enticement (perhaps, because both burned from within - he is as much fire and brimstone as the mountain itself), he is drawn to the tempestuous ocean, and lulled by the ebb and flo of its high tide, drawing particles of impacted sand into its dark and endless depth. He is undeniably drawn to the abyss beneath the churning, spliced surface, and though there is often a flickering flame touching the surface of his skin, he is, at times, drawn out to sea by its soothing sound and calming caress. He has suppressed the flame, and quietly, the girth of his towering body is wading through the shallow water, submerging his thick and muscular legs into the salty brine.

  Alas, he does not go any further.
  He is tethered to the isle, and soon the bristling fire buried in his chest will become unwieldy and restless. He can savor its splendor and the pale sunlight peeking through the dense gathering of clouds drifting across an otherwise bright and vivid sky. Each ray touches the turbulent water, and it is dancing before him - quieting the discontent suddenly stirring within his belly.

  He tried to forget her - but he never could, and she was never far from his mind.
  She had been his life, his love - and yet, so much had come between them, and inevitably, he had pushed her away. He could offer no apology - it had been no mistake; it had been purposeful, the betrayal he had committed. He had done so willingly, knowingly.

  Knowing she would go, and leave him, as she had long been tempted to do.

  He is forced to draw away from the reckless sea then, as the fiery inferno can no longer be ignored. As each heavy limb is carried out of the water, his skin is alight with a flickering, festering flame - a physical representation of the way his heart (aching terribly) burned within.

  It is then, and only then, that he realizes he is being watched - and as the darkness of his own scarlet eyes meets with the vehement, golden-flecked gaze of the other. His glowering stare does not go unnoticed, fleeting though it is, and a rumbling chuckle rises from the tightness of his throat, amusement laced within his tone.

  ”I should be grateful, then, that I am not the one you intended that glare for. You are Ledger?” he muses softly, giving a shake of his unkempt, tangled mane, shaking the remnants of the salty seawater from it. ”I’m Offspring,” he breathes, his gaze averting to the sea that he had left behind.

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.