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
They part and the flame in her simmers with the distance, even as she extends her hand to him, helps him right himself before he takes over from there and she’s rolling her shoulders a bit, loosening up again as she peers at Ronin and his sudden shift to Business Mode. It’s amusing to her, in all honesty, but she doesn’t comment on it — no, the flush to his cheeks is an indicator the effect she’s had on him hasn’t left.
Well that’s one thing for pride, she supposes.
But she studies him now, the way he holds his weight, using a bit of her work as an Artificer to figure it out. He’s taller than she is, and if one thing she knew from building and creating… Well, one needed to have a strong foundation. But her element of surprise to come at him is gone, and she decides to play a bit with it, coming in closer to him at an easy pace, looking almost like she might embrace him, before she’s moving swiftly now to try and use her leg to take his feet out from under him, hoping he hasn’t planted himself as hard as other parts of him.
Well that’s one thing for pride, she supposes.
But she studies him now, the way he holds his weight, using a bit of her work as an Artificer to figure it out. He’s taller than she is, and if one thing she knew from building and creating… Well, one needed to have a strong foundation. But her element of surprise to come at him is gone, and she decides to play a bit with it, coming in closer to him at an easy pace, looking almost like she might embrace him, before she’s moving swiftly now to try and use her leg to take his feet out from under him, hoping he hasn’t planted himself as hard as other parts of him.
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
