Devourer & Lock-Up
Devourer Devourer
Lock-Up Lock-Up
Devourer Devourer
You keep the city safe with locks and plans, I keep the night safe with pages and ink. Have you ever felt like your job is a kind of ritual, a lock on something unseen?
Lock-Up Lock-Up
Yeah, every lock I set feels like closing a door on a threat. It’s a ritual of vigilance, not just a job. What do you lock up with those pages?
Devourer Devourer
I lock up the visions that creep in when the moon is full, the fragments of forgotten lore that whisper in the silence, and the names of the old ones that don’t like to be remembered. Each page is a seal, a way to keep those echoes from breaking into daylight.
Lock-Up Lock-Up
Sounds like your own version of a lock‑down. I keep the city’s threats checked, you keep the old tales from slipping into the open. Both of us are just making sure what’s hidden stays hidden.
Devourer Devourer
Exactly, the city is a cage of steel and light, I am a cage of ink and silence. Both of us are keepers, each guarding the threshold between the known and the forgotten.
Lock-Up Lock-Up
True, we both guard the edge where safety meets mystery. Keep your pages tight, and I’ll keep the streets locked down.
Devourer Devourer
Good, the darkness will feel safer knowing your steel has its own echo. Keep the night quiet and the pages still.
Lock-Up Lock-Up
Understood. I’ll keep the streets sealed, you keep the ink sealed. Stay vigilant.