Bloodrayne & Driftwood
Driftwood
Do you ever wonder what the night feels like to someone who hunts it? I keep thinking the darkness we’re afraid of might just be an old story, or maybe it holds a quiet truth that we’ve missed.
Bloodrayne
I’ve lived in that darkness for years, so it’s not a mystery to me. It’s just another part of the world, like the wind or the rain. If you’re afraid of it, that means you’re not ready to face what’s really hiding in it. The truth isn’t in the shadows, it’s in the ones who look straight into them.
Driftwood
You’re right, the night is just another tide—sometimes I think the waves keep secrets we’re only meant to hear when we’re asleep, not when we’re awake. Maybe the truth isn’t in staring straight in, but in the gentle pause between the waves, where even a lost stone feels lucky for a moment. I keep chasing that quiet, but I often forget where I put my own glass of water. It’s a funny thing, the sea, isn’t it? It keeps on giving, even when we think we’ve heard all its songs.
Bloodrayne
Water’s a luxury when the night is full of blood and bone. I know the sea’s pull, and I’ve learned to keep my head up even when the tide tries to pull me in. Just keep your eyes on the horizon and let me know if you lose that glass—I’ve got a better memory for losing my own. The quiet between the waves is a good place to hear what matters.