personality.

꒰ + ꒱ devoted, playful, mature, sincere, courteous, amiable, passionate.
꒰ = ꒱ secretive, emotional, romantic, poetic, hides behind confidence, delicate.
꒰ – ꒱ dishonest, pessimistic, insecure, inflexible, erratic, envious, intense.

weaving words into poetry like it’s a craft, cradle is the very definition of “loving like a dog.” he’s a passionate lover boy who tries his best to seem like he’s got his act together, hiding his insecure and erratic demeanour behind a mix of playful flirtation and alluring poetry. every action of his is treated with utmost seriousness and sincerity, making it quite difficult to take him seriously when his mature romantic poet act occasionally falters to reveal the vulnerable little boy underneath.

he’s a devoted sweetheart at the end of the day, trusting and falling easily despite what he tries to be, a vulnerable romantic who panics at the first sign of doubt from the other party. in a way, he’s guarded and secretive to a fault in a way, finding it difficult to be honest to anyone, even himself. yet when it comes to his heart, he wears it on his sleeve. he’s desperate, but he’s also desperate not to seem like it.

the only time he feels fully confident is when he is alone with his words, because words are beautiful, and he tells himself they can’t hurt when they come from him and him alone. poetry is his heart and soul — perhaps not poetry in the literal sense, but in the magical way he can arrange and rearrange words together to make them pretty and pleasing to the ears. he speaks from his heart, a genuine love and sincerity that arrives despite his dishonesty in every other case, because his poetic ramblings are the truth to his own heart. he adores talking, and talks quietly to himself even when no one wants to listen.

because his confidence is through his words, he approaches every situation with them in mind, and tends to fall flat when something unexpected or unpredictable happens. he tends to freeze up when things go awry, like his body goes through an instant reset, and for a moment, even his words falter and break. a wave of disappointment and self-loathing weaves through him like a needle stabbing holes into his heart, minuscule but bleeding nonetheless.

he’s not insecure because of something that happened in reality, no — everything comes from his head and imagination alone. and his head loves mocking him, frequently eliminating every ounce of positivity within cradle with words of doubt that guide him away from the light. when one lives with a pessimistic mindset that doubts the very threads the world is built on, he envies what he doesn’t have, yet has trouble pushing himself to actually take and achieve, leaving him always feeling lost and unfulfilled. he plays himself like a puppet on strings, both the master and the doll at the same time.

he walks like a deer, graceful and steady, with a confidence that hides the way his tense shoulders spell out a different story — one of a delicate fawn who doubts the world’s sincerity and whether he has a place within it. despite being quite sociable and amiable, he never really feels a sense of belonging, and mostly lives by a ‘fake it till you make it’ mantra, where ‘making it’ is death. he doesn’t give up that easily, though, and he wouldn’t be willing to die until he’s either loved or at rock bottom.

not that he isn’t loved already, but it’s difficult to recognize that when you can’t love yourself.

he falls first, bringing a love that is warm and enveloping yet completely overwhelming but is almost always the first to run. he’s an insecure heartthrob with a delicate, easily-bruised body and heart, and teary, lovestruck eyes who, at his core, loves everyone but himself.



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