; glory and gore [1]

S E V E N T E E N ; MOON

______Stupidly think you got it under control...

A man's rugged features only tend to tense up more each time one of his bleached locks would partially cover up his view. It's almost as if the wind is saying to him that, no matter how bad he wants to hide himself the truth, a slight spark of hope would always lay inside of his dead heart.

Deteriorated asphalt matches a mind falling apart, unsure it'd be able to figure out how something that has been buried for so long would suddenly comes back to life. How something Rollins finds as despicable as compassion could ever take him by surprise, taming the usual hatred's hurricane igniting his senses ?

The atmosphere is filled by incomprehension and smoke's scent and even though Seth has been sitting on the damaged pavement for quite some time, longing to clarify his own actions' motives, nothing except an irksome void can be felt.

Maybe when he clasped Owens' hand and dragged his body out of harms way, he unintentionally moved something crucial within himself as well.

Since that moment, days had gone by and yet no sign of his ordinary self emerged.

No excessive reactions nor reckless behavior.

In place of completely losing his temper when the security guards explained he'd been suspended indefinitely by Vince - who, for once, respected his word of making Rollins pay - he simply shrugged, obviously annoyed but quickly giving up the idea of forcing his way in.

Dark thoughts has been taken over by literally nothing except a worrying numb state and a vague look staring into space.

As Seth attempts an ultimate time to figure out his abrupt change, he shuts his dark brown eyes expecting his brain to throw at him the slightest of clue.

All he receives is troubling glimpses of his past furtively passing by, the whole thing too blurry for him to grasp anything consistent.

Though this is certainly not the answer he expected, he's pretty sure that he caught sight of one of numerous backstage talks shared with an old ROHs acquaintance.

But is he really only just an acquaintance if Seth would be able to perceive nothing but both their faces, brighten up by a goofy smile and childish jokes ?

Hazy questions would never be answered since an irritating sound prevents Rollins to interpret things in their entirety.

Heels hitting down the bitumen echo louder and louder inside of his tired brain, forcing him to face the reality for what it truly is : a bitter combination of factors.

Though figuring out his own impulses can prove to be perplexing, wrapping his mind around others' isn't a difficult task for The Mastermind - especially when facing one of his traiterous kind.