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
A bright smile flashes across her face as Maeve comments her title and name, and she inclines her head a fraction with amusement. “You can call me Sera, if you’d like.” It’s far less of a mouthful, truthfully. She wants her name to be able to roll off one's tongue, in most cases, so the shorthand version is easiest. But she brightens a bit more with Maeve’s own name and title arriving, a playfulness sparking across her face with it. “Maeve the Madame.” She hums softly, before nodding to her own offer.
Someone arrives to drop off a drink and Maeve orders food, to which Sera follows that lead and orders some of her own, before she’s settling in, leaning forward a bit in her seat to move papers and make room for herself. “What’s all of this for? Building something?” She asks as her gaze rises to meet the Madame’s, a softer, more professional look crossing her face, full of consideration and ideas.
Someone arrives to drop off a drink and Maeve orders food, to which Sera follows that lead and orders some of her own, before she’s settling in, leaning forward a bit in her seat to move papers and make room for herself. “What’s all of this for? Building something?” She asks as her gaze rises to meet the Madame’s, a softer, more professional look crossing her face, full of consideration and ideas.
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
