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
His voice is one that runs along her spine, though she doesn’t know quite how it does. Whether it’s the soft touch of a caress or a cold shiver. But she remains bright, cheerful, vibrant as he pours the glasses – taking hers when it’s offered, the scent of the liquor soothing any of the curiosity within her. It’s the best of the best, not unexpected for the Eye.
He gestures to the seating area before the fireplace, her steps taking her there with an easy pace. She doesn’t notice where his eyes drift, nor would she particularly care – dressed impeccably well as she usually was prone to do. A pencil skirt, a high set of dark heels, a blouse that clings to her curves and showing every bit of them off. If she flaunts, so what? She always has, it wouldn’t be out of the norm for her.
She chooses the couch, because she’s far more comfortable within it than chairs – specifically why she had one in her own apartment, to lounge about on comfortably. Here, she’s more reserved, sitting near the edge so Levi can hop off her shoulders, to perch on the arm of the couch while Sera shuffles the blueprints into her lap – legs pressed together and tilted to the side. “To progress.” She agrees, flashing him an easy, bright smile, taking a sip from the whiskey and losing herself in the burn for a split second – relishing it. To take the edge off.
She holds it in her hands back in her lap, letting her gaze flicker back to Cian, a small smile playing at her lips. “I’m sure you heard of my upgrade to the Spyglass’ office. What did you have in mind for yours?” She asks, poking and prodding for an answer.
He gestures to the seating area before the fireplace, her steps taking her there with an easy pace. She doesn’t notice where his eyes drift, nor would she particularly care – dressed impeccably well as she usually was prone to do. A pencil skirt, a high set of dark heels, a blouse that clings to her curves and showing every bit of them off. If she flaunts, so what? She always has, it wouldn’t be out of the norm for her.
She chooses the couch, because she’s far more comfortable within it than chairs – specifically why she had one in her own apartment, to lounge about on comfortably. Here, she’s more reserved, sitting near the edge so Levi can hop off her shoulders, to perch on the arm of the couch while Sera shuffles the blueprints into her lap – legs pressed together and tilted to the side. “To progress.” She agrees, flashing him an easy, bright smile, taking a sip from the whiskey and losing herself in the burn for a split second – relishing it. To take the edge off.
She holds it in her hands back in her lap, letting her gaze flicker back to Cian, a small smile playing at her lips. “I’m sure you heard of my upgrade to the Spyglass’ office. What did you have in mind for yours?” She asks, poking and prodding for an answer.
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
