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
“Mm, I almost always do!” She chimes to Maeve, flashing a bright and vibrant grin toward the Madame, before she’s pulling the blueprints back and tearing out a few pieces of paper from the notebook she keeps with her, to trace over the dimensions and write the notes within it so that Maeve would have a copy she could bring back to Torchline. And once that’s done, she folds it up neatly, sticks it in a homemade folder to keep it all tidy and together, before she’s peering back at the other woman and takes a sip from her drink, draining the glass.
She gives Maeve a considering look, leaning back in her side of the table. “There’s a shuffleboard top here if you’ve ever played? It’s quite fun.” She suggests. “We could get a couple more drinks and go and enjoy ourselves?” She asks, cocking her head with a playful smile that winds its way around her lips.
She gives Maeve a considering look, leaning back in her side of the table. “There’s a shuffleboard top here if you’ve ever played? It’s quite fun.” She suggests. “We could get a couple more drinks and go and enjoy ourselves?” She asks, cocking her head with a playful smile that winds its way around her lips.
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
