Seraphina
the artificer
wanna play cheat, now says the sloth
a domino flush to his nose
a domino flush to his nose
Oh but he really is married. Still, Sera finds herself relaxing a minuscule amount as he tells her he’s drunk, a cloudy breath of a sigh leaving her as she focuses on his face, on the snow that clings to both their dark hair. But he turns from her, slaps himself hard across the face to her shock and surprise, and belts a truth across the bridge that has people pausing in their walk, birds flying from where they’d originally been minding their own business.
Her feet move before her mind does, stepping toward him to grab both his hands and peer up at him with a raise of her dark brow. “Yes you are. Come on now, let’s get you something to sober you up?” If Ronin’s flushed from whatever’s happening, Sera is too — the awkwardness eating at her in a way she’s unsure how to deal with. “And maybe it will stop you from slapping yourself and shouting what everyone already knows, hm?”
Her feet move before her mind does, stepping toward him to grab both his hands and peer up at him with a raise of her dark brow. “Yes you are. Come on now, let’s get you something to sober you up?” If Ronin’s flushed from whatever’s happening, Sera is too — the awkwardness eating at her in a way she’s unsure how to deal with. “And maybe it will stop you from slapping yourself and shouting what everyone already knows, hm?”
tickle that cheek and take your throne
pump your veins with gushing gold
pump your veins with gushing gold
