*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @endurehell | Tabir ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤ“You're the one claiming we're all villains. There's no black or white, only gray area. We can coexist somewhere in the middle, can't we?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Ah. He jests now,” The words leave her cool & unimpressed, [ though the tension in her shoulders does not ease… ] “Hm. Gray,” she repeats, almost tasting it, as though testing whether it has substance, “That’s a comfortable word for those who benefit from blur… Of course, you, demon, would have the audacity to even suggest such a thing,” The alley behind the club is slick with rain & neon runoff, red light from a broken sign bleeding across brick & pooling at their feet; Lute stands just beyond the spill of it, refusing the color. “Coexistence requires parity. It requires trust that neither side intends to consume the other the moment vigilance slips,” [ A faint breath leaves her, ] “You are asking the executioner to dull her blade because you believe the condemned can behave…” Gaze drags over him without warmth, “There is nothing mutual about your proposal; you continue as you are & I compromise what I am. That’s not happening,” A wing shifts slightly, feathers brushing damp air with restrained agitation, “Gray is convenient for those who survive in shadow. Let me assure you: Heaven’s order does not function in shadow,”
