// down by the river i was drawn by your grace, into tempest of oblivion and to the lover's place
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
i was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise, dark doings now i know, that we've paid unlike //
“I like to shop.” Sera says, flashing an amused smile October’s way. After all, it was easy for her to do. Bargaining chips, her work making it easy to make those trades for items she may or may not ever wear. But they were often nice to look at, and she much preferred to have the item in her possession just on the off chance she ever had a reason to wear it. And then you dive into the ones based off of moods, what would look best that day, what worked with the weather, what worked well for work.
“Well, if nobody comes screaming in pain calling for you, then I suppose you could stay all night.” It’s said easily, Sera moving already and not searching Tobi’s face as she grabs a cup to pour the tea into, first for herself and the next cup for Tobi, making it exactly the same as how she makes her own, hoping that Tobi doesn’t mind it being a little bit sweet.
Plopping down in the space of her couch with her cup held between her hands, she waits for Tobi to re-emerge, not wanting to rush any of it. However, as the doctor appears, the suit clinging to the curves of her and the low v-line, Sera can’t help the bright adoring smile that leaves her, the cup lowering ever so slightly. “Doctor Hart.” She begins with a breath. “I’m willing to bet money in Torchline they’d prefer to wear nothing.” She offers honestly, a quiet laugh leaving her. “You look amazing. Don’t worry.” A little skin never hurt anybody, after all.
As for emergencies? She takes a sip from her tea. “You can’t go everywhere expecting there to be an emergency.” She says, wondering if the doctor did indeed do that. But she stands, setting her cup beside Tobi’s on the coffee table, moving to the coat closet to pull out a shawl adorned in midnight blue and sparkling gems. “But, if it helps.” She approaches, draping the cloth over the doctor’s shoulders, hiding much of her exposed skin.
And if her fingers linger just a small amount more, she won’t admit it.
“Well, if nobody comes screaming in pain calling for you, then I suppose you could stay all night.” It’s said easily, Sera moving already and not searching Tobi’s face as she grabs a cup to pour the tea into, first for herself and the next cup for Tobi, making it exactly the same as how she makes her own, hoping that Tobi doesn’t mind it being a little bit sweet.
Plopping down in the space of her couch with her cup held between her hands, she waits for Tobi to re-emerge, not wanting to rush any of it. However, as the doctor appears, the suit clinging to the curves of her and the low v-line, Sera can’t help the bright adoring smile that leaves her, the cup lowering ever so slightly. “Doctor Hart.” She begins with a breath. “I’m willing to bet money in Torchline they’d prefer to wear nothing.” She offers honestly, a quiet laugh leaving her. “You look amazing. Don’t worry.” A little skin never hurt anybody, after all.
As for emergencies? She takes a sip from her tea. “You can’t go everywhere expecting there to be an emergency.” She says, wondering if the doctor did indeed do that. But she stands, setting her cup beside Tobi’s on the coffee table, moving to the coat closet to pull out a shawl adorned in midnight blue and sparkling gems. “But, if it helps.” She approaches, draping the cloth over the doctor’s shoulders, hiding much of her exposed skin.
And if her fingers linger just a small amount more, she won’t admit it.
Seraphina
