Ren ⦻🪽
@DawnborneLotus
Owner of acc (@luciisrandom) || Art and interactions with Ren here|| pfp by @deftnm
🧵 (Lore): Ren was not born cursed, nor chosen. He was simply born… different. From the moment he could understand the world, he knew one thing: He could not feel fear. +
“Mmm, I could just text and apologize tomorrow. I did just say goodnight to him after all….”
“In hindsight, maybe I pushed too far. I forget sometimes—what’s playful to me might not feel the same to someone else.” “If I made you uncomfortable… I’m sorry. That was never the intention.”
“In hindsight, maybe I pushed too far. I forget sometimes—what’s playful to me might not feel the same to someone else.” “If I made you uncomfortable… I’m sorry. That was never the intention.”
//may do small interactions. ❤️ this tweet and get a random text from Ren to your muse/oc.
Ren walked alone through the forest, hands in his coat pockets, eyes fixed on the dirt path. The air was still, save for the distant caw of a crow. He didn’t speak. He just walked—quiet, steady, like he was looking for nothing and carrying everything.
Ren stood in the hush of the forest, cigarette glowing faint in the dusk. Smoke curled from his lips as he muttered, “Too quiet.” He didn’t move—just lingered, as if waiting for something…
//❤️ this tweet and I will add your muse/oc to Ren’s strawpage, I’ll share his thoughts on them.
“Okay….i managed to get about 2 more outfit ideas for the concert, which one looks better?” ((Poll is next tweet))
you love him, you do, and here's the miracle: he loves you too. ..and here's the tragedy: it's not enough.
“You ought to know that, I think we're one and the same. I don't think we could help it. No, I don't think we could help it. We don’t talk much, guess ’cause nothing has changed… and I’m so tired of fighting.”
it is so cruel to let people love you. all you are doing is promising you'll one day break their hearts.
“Okay this is what I managed to get from my closet for the Beabadoobee concert in a few weeks…”
“The day stretches quiet. A warmth lingers where sharpness used to be. Someone new brings that warmth—unspoken, but not unnoticed.” “And the one before… I hope he’s healing too.”
your love for me has killed you just as mine for you has killed me.
“I’ve seen a fire that doesn’t burn, only watches. And somehow, I forget I was made to be ash.”