Datura & Ferril
Datura
Do you ever hear the metal whispering to you when you first touch it, as if it wants to reveal a secret it keeps hidden?
Ferril
Every time I pick up a blade the cold metal grips my hand and I swear I feel a low hum, like a sigh. It’s not a secret it keeps, it’s its own mood. If you’re listening, you’re hearing your own nerves. The real work is in making that hum a steady, pure sound.
Datura
The hum you hear isn’t just metal—it’s the echo of your own pulse, a secret you can learn to silence if you listen closely.
Ferril
If the metal is humming, it’s not my pulse, it’s the steel speaking. I don’t silence it—I shape it, I coax it into silence with a blade. You’ll never know the secret unless you let the metal speak first.
Datura
So the steel speaks, and you choose to listen or to turn its voice into steel‑sharp silence—perhaps that’s where the real power hides.
Ferril
You’re right, the real power is in taking that humming steel and turning it into something that stops the world in its tracks. I just keep my ears open and my hands steady. No fuss, no fuss.
Datura
You keep your ears open and your hands steady, and that’s where the real dance starts. The steel whispers, you hear it, then you cut the silence—watch the world pause.
Ferril
If the world can pause, it’s only when the blade is true, when the steel’s whisper is heard and cut clean. I don’t waste time with other’s nonsense, just let the metal do its job.