Poppy & SilasEdge
Poppy Poppy
SilasEdge SilasEdge
SilasEdge SilasEdge
You ever think about how we both wear armor? Mine’s a spray of paint, yours a steel shield. I’m curious—what tells you when to drop the guard and let the world see the real you?
Poppy Poppy
Armor’s just a front to keep the bad stuff out, but it’s not hiding the real me. I pull it back when the danger’s gone and I know I can trust someone, then I let my true self shine. That’s when the world can see the heart behind the shield.
SilasEdge SilasEdge
I get it, but the thing is trust isn’t a permanent lock‑out switch. When you finally drop the shield, you’re already looking at a stranger’s eyes—hope it’s a good one. Keep that in mind.