i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.
wrought through ancient & modern lessons, layers could be molded to become anyone needed, an arsenal of mannerisms that could infiltrate him wherever crusade led to. yet, silver always managed to bore through armor and see true core within, a knack that had cost much more than only his identity. arms locked, shades remained on in a futile attempt to secure any remnant of privacy that may still exist when she's around ( sometimes it seemed that the sociality could read more than only his expressions ) as zephyr carried spring scents to tangle in their hair. ❛ silver, you just came back to gotham, ❜ he stated quietly, hoping that would suffice, yet knowing silence wouldn't last long. ❛ i don't want to burden you every time i have a bad night. ❜ there was more to that, but that's what he was willing to initially share. @stclouds
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