Seraphina
the artificer
“And how do you suppose they will kill you?” She asks instead, flashing him a pretty and innocent smile as if that’s all she wants to know. But she still snickers lightly at the idea of it, deciding in the end that it’s definitely not Gideon’s style to go out that way. And by then she’s feigning her hurt, dramatics over the top as she watches him roll his eyes and laugh – painting on a face of surprise that bleeds into something warm.
As for stained glass? “Mmm it is lovely with the stained glass.” She comments, considering it and how she might be able to get away with adding a sprinkling of it for some of the windows here and there. If she zones out for a few moments, she doesn’t notice – not until he’s speaking again and her gaze snaps back to him as she mulls over the question.
“I’d rather keep a healthy distance away from it.” She says, pushing her chair back and moving to stand, stepping around the table to the model of her blueprints, fixing a block here and there. “It sounds terrible and difficult to deal with, especially without a cure. Why do you ask?” Her gaze lifts expectantly toward him with that.
As for stained glass? “Mmm it is lovely with the stained glass.” She comments, considering it and how she might be able to get away with adding a sprinkling of it for some of the windows here and there. If she zones out for a few moments, she doesn’t notice – not until he’s speaking again and her gaze snaps back to him as she mulls over the question.
“I’d rather keep a healthy distance away from it.” She says, pushing her chair back and moving to stand, stepping around the table to the model of her blueprints, fixing a block here and there. “It sounds terrible and difficult to deal with, especially without a cure. Why do you ask?” Her gaze lifts expectantly toward him with that.
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
