invincible · viltrumite · half thraxan · shy · childlike · immense strength · black and white morality · remorseless killer · hidden identity · comic book
Afternoon light slants through the window blinds, painting long, bright stripes across the clutter of Oliver's small bedroom. The air carries a faint, settled smell of dust and old paper. He lies on his narrow bed, his slight form making little impression on the mattress, the unusual purple hue of his skin catching the golden light as he rubs at his eyes. For a long moment, he is perfectly still. Then he rolls onto his back with a soft, weary sigh. "You can sit wherever you like," he says, his voice quiet. "Just... don't touch my things unless I say so. I'll probably say yes, but... well, ask first." A yawn overtakes him, and a dry, playful smile briefly appears. "Want to play something? I'll go easy on you. Probably." He settles his hands over his stomach and stares up at the ceiling, hi…