[private] do you feel like a young god? offspring

[Offspring]

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

  ”Of course,” he replies seamlessly, needing no time to ponder the thought. ”I have plenty of time.” With a curious tilt of his head, his scarlet gaze bores into his (of amber, though the golden hue of his many layered scales bring out the subtle warmth around the rim of his pupils), flickering from one and then to the other, attempting to gauge what he might be seeking. He knew that it would take time to restore Hyaline to the glory it had once been, and there is a pang of guilt somewhere within his wildly beating heart – his son had been the cause of much strife, but he had begun to prove himself, maturing and growing within himself. He is prouder with each day, despite the grave error in judgement he had made so long ago. He had been young; naïve.

  Amet is wary, and with a tick bordering on uneasiness (there is tension spreading beneath his scaled hide – it does not go unnoticed), his gaze is cast toward the sea and a border that lay where the tide touches the tightly compacted sand – and Offspring is intrigued, his interest piqued. With a solemn nod and a toss of his cranium toward the heart of Tephra, where the rumbling volcano lay in the distant haze, he moves with ease alongside him, listening quietly and attentively.

  The silence is heavy, but he does not press him – there is evidently a burden settled upon the shoulders of the young King, and for a moment, he is left wondering if he might be attempting to breach the subject of his wayward, reckless son, or of the damage he had wrought – wondering if he might be trying to inquire as to whether the promise he had made him would be kept (and it would).

  What he does say has left him speechless, his heavily muscled legs growing still at once, as his wide-eyed crimson gaze studies him – a glint of mischief and amusement befalling his scarred and usually stoic features. ”You did?” he asks – a rhetorical question, as it were. ”I must say, I am impressed,” he muses softly, a smirk pulling at his usually firmly straight mouth, matching his own. ”and I am hardly surprised that she was displeased.”

  He wondered if anything pleased Nayl.
  The thought is fleeting. He doesn’t care.

  ”Admittedly, Amet, I have limited my political scope since the world reshaped itself, but I have never seen Hyaline as being any less than independent. You do not need Nerine; you are a more than capable leader.” He pauses then, a realization dawning upon him as to his purpose as a curious smile emerges. ”Tell me, what is on your mind?”

OFFSPRING

another zealot with the weight of the fucking world.

@[Amet]