Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
She moves in, throwing the terrible punch and watching in what feels like slow motion as he evades her quite easily as well as latches into her arm, Sera hopelessly going with it in an effort to not trip over her own feet. “Woah, hang on.” She says as she goes, pausing only when he releases her and takes her hand, forming it into a fist that feels wrong but makes sense given his explanation.
Brown eyes lift to meet his face before peering back at her hand now that it’s been adjusted. “Okay.” Dark brows furrow slightly as she steps back, keeping the fist Ronin had made, and when he tells her he won’t move she finds a hint of suspicion coursing through her with it. But she tries again, throwing that fist back at Ronin and aiming for the middle yet again, choosing the body mass and size of him over more detailed targets.
Brown eyes lift to meet his face before peering back at her hand now that it’s been adjusted. “Okay.” Dark brows furrow slightly as she steps back, keeping the fist Ronin had made, and when he tells her he won’t move she finds a hint of suspicion coursing through her with it. But she tries again, throwing that fist back at Ronin and aiming for the middle yet again, choosing the body mass and size of him over more detailed targets.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
