@summer-esotericist TEXTED: ┋ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳʸ ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉ⇢ “There are no handcuff emojis. This is upsetting.” ( 💜 ) - Still accepting!
純愛__ "Why are you texting about it? That seems mean."
Soft, light tones replete with reproach, a careful step to his words, a verbal insistence on distance that he wasn't quite ready to close. Their pictures were different, but had similar subjects; His own was small and messy and unfinished, that he viciously and selfishly guarded with reckless abandon - this man, however, had a canvas as all-encompassing as the sky above, no one was beyond his scope, whether they were the chosen or the fallen. He understood, but didn't. Without his own sense of self-recognition, he would choose the small things every time, because he didn't know better, couldn't possibly extend past the small sphere of influence, or else his heart would break. He didn't really get justice, that was too big. He understood revenge, because that was a curse, that he could be hellbent for. He understood love, where it stemmed from, because he was overflowing with it. Justice precluded you felt like you knew what other people needed, what would make them feel better, what would be right for many. He couldn't possibly know all that, so revenge was simpler.
".. you could just use some symbols to make them, though, here - -"
Removing his own phone from the deep recesses of a pocket, a prior message from Panda was summarily pulled up, and after a small pause, he would present 'Ѻ∾Ѻ' in the chat window, holding the screen out in front of their mentor's secret third thing.
"Something like this?"
