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
Luckily for Amalia, Sera doesn’t care how good the demi god is at kissing. Shesimply is g lad to help, to offer a bit of a distraction perhaps, a replacement for cold mechanical lips where nothing but warmth and flesh should be. Amalia flushes and Sera smiles down at her, her head tilting gently as her hand at Amalia’s side gives a gentle squeeze. “Oh? Is that so?” She asks easily, turning her head slightly to take another sip of her drink, before she’s sliding the water toward Amalia again.
When she looks back at the Archangel it’s with a mischievousness that lingers in the darks of her iris’. “What did you think?” She asks as well, awaiting what kind of response Amalia might give her, given by the flush to the demi-god’s skin, Sera assumes it wasn’t awful, and so she grows playful – a fraction of course, she doesn’t want to frighten the woman or push too far.
Ah, but the signs were there.
When she looks back at the Archangel it’s with a mischievousness that lingers in the darks of her iris’. “What did you think?” She asks as well, awaiting what kind of response Amalia might give her, given by the flush to the demi-god’s skin, Sera assumes it wasn’t awful, and so she grows playful – a fraction of course, she doesn’t want to frighten the woman or push too far.
Ah, but the signs were there.
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
