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
Really there’s little Sera should worry about. She’s in Stormbreak, she’s unattached, and it isn’t like she loves him or anything. It’s these thoughts that bounce to the forefront of her mind, amusement flickering in the dark gaze she casts over him, watching his hissed inhale of breath, feeling the effect she’s having on him. It isn’t how she expected this to go either, but she can’t say she’d complain.
She watches as he tries to play it cool, lips quirking a bit more edging into a smirk again as she hears his words, a huff of laughter leaving her, a raise of a dark brow aimed right at him. “I could.” She toys with the thought, the idea of it, letting that fiery flame begin to flit down her spine. But she digresses, shifting in almost teasingly slow movements as she pushes herself up and away from him, moving to stand, offering a hand out for him to help him up, all with a glimmering smolder dancing in her gaze.
She watches as he tries to play it cool, lips quirking a bit more edging into a smirk again as she hears his words, a huff of laughter leaving her, a raise of a dark brow aimed right at him. “I could.” She toys with the thought, the idea of it, letting that fiery flame begin to flit down her spine. But she digresses, shifting in almost teasingly slow movements as she pushes herself up and away from him, moving to stand, offering a hand out for him to help him up, all with a glimmering smolder dancing in her gaze.
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
