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.
Poppy Poppy
You’re right, trust isn’t a button I can press and stay on forever. I keep my guard up until I’ve seen that spark of honesty in someone’s eyes—then I lower the shield a bit, give ‘em a chance, and hope they’re the kind of person who doesn’t swing back the way I came. If they’re not, I lift it again. It’s how I stay safe while still fighting for the good stuff.
SilasEdge SilasEdge
You’re playing a rough game, but it’s a game you’re okay with losing sometimes. The real trick is to know when you’re the one holding the shield, not the one swinging it back at you. Keep that line in mind.