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
He pours quite the healthy amount, and she brings the glass back to cradle it in her hands against her chest – now that it’s just him and her. His pale gaze finds her again, that smoky rough voice rattling against her spine again as he gestures to the couch and she follows suit, not even thinking of what kind of alternatives there may be. And instead of settling on the edge of the couch this time, she sits a bit closer – a bit less standoffish, the alcohol certainly doing its job in warming her up and loosening her edges.
“I’m very proud of the work that I do.” She replies, flashing an easy smile over the edge of the glass as she takes a deeper sip, letting the warmth of it spread through her with a bit of a satisfying smile. It returns to her lap as she lowers her hands and focuses on him – are they closer? If she leaned forward just a small amount, would his arm slide around her? Was that a complication for their work relationship? Was it something she even cared about?
She was a flirtatious little thing, and nearly preened at whatever compliment was thrown her way. It was no wonder she was a follower of Frey under that regard. But his eyes bore into hers and she pauses a few moments to consider her response, her tongue sweeping out across her lower lip as she thinks. When the silence finally breaks, it’s with a wide grin and a quiet hum of laughter. “I don’t suppose I imagined doing anything else other than this. I create. That’s what I do, I can't imagine doing something else.” Unless of course he had other ideas, but as far as she was concerned, this was the path she’d chosen and she’d try to remain as the Artificer for as long as she could. It was comfortable and she was damn good at it.
“I’m very proud of the work that I do.” She replies, flashing an easy smile over the edge of the glass as she takes a deeper sip, letting the warmth of it spread through her with a bit of a satisfying smile. It returns to her lap as she lowers her hands and focuses on him – are they closer? If she leaned forward just a small amount, would his arm slide around her? Was that a complication for their work relationship? Was it something she even cared about?
She was a flirtatious little thing, and nearly preened at whatever compliment was thrown her way. It was no wonder she was a follower of Frey under that regard. But his eyes bore into hers and she pauses a few moments to consider her response, her tongue sweeping out across her lower lip as she thinks. When the silence finally breaks, it’s with a wide grin and a quiet hum of laughter. “I don’t suppose I imagined doing anything else other than this. I create. That’s what I do, I can't imagine doing something else.” Unless of course he had other ideas, but as far as she was concerned, this was the path she’d chosen and she’d try to remain as the Artificer for as long as she could. It was comfortable and she was damn good at it.
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
