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
Sera is more of a fan of stepping back, of calculations and looking things over and over and over again until she enacts them. Something about Ronin seems to scream he’s more reactive to things, choosing action regardless of the cost and what it may do to him because he can’t help himself. Of course, she doesn’t air any of these, and instead lets a chime of a laugh leave her throat, hand reaching out for his arm to start guiding him to follow with her.
When it finally registers, she releases him, peering back at him with a playful smirk. “You? Not at all.” She offers with a honeyed tone, shifting their course so they walk down a new hallway deeper into the wings of the training area. “I need this too, if I’m being honest.” A hum of a laugh leaves her, turning once more until she’s found the room she’s searching for. It’s nothing fancy, but it is a makeshift break area for a janitor of sorts, empty and alone. Swift hands lock the door behind them, turning to Ronin after.
When it finally registers, she releases him, peering back at him with a playful smirk. “You? Not at all.” She offers with a honeyed tone, shifting their course so they walk down a new hallway deeper into the wings of the training area. “I need this too, if I’m being honest.” A hum of a laugh leaves her, turning once more until she’s found the room she’s searching for. It’s nothing fancy, but it is a makeshift break area for a janitor of sorts, empty and alone. Swift hands lock the door behind them, turning to Ronin after.
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
