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
The flirtation in Maeve’s tone grants the Madame a playful smile and a light chime of a laugh as she sips from her drink, before making space to settle and wait for her food. “I like Maeve.” She hums to the Madame with that very same playful smile. But she begins to move the papers a bit, shuffling them around as she peeks at them and questions them, and when Maeve’s answer is aired, there’s a playful mischievousness to the look the Artificer gives her.
“I suppose you’re in luck, Maeve.” She murmurs, setting the papers down and moving to sift through the bag at her side, pulling out her blueprints and spreading them on the table. She leans forward, focusing on her booth partner with a bright smile. “I’m the Order’s builder. The Artificer for them. I could help you draft up some plans?” She suggests with a tilt of her head, spinning the pencil in her hand.
“I suppose you’re in luck, Maeve.” She murmurs, setting the papers down and moving to sift through the bag at her side, pulling out her blueprints and spreading them on the table. She leans forward, focusing on her booth partner with a bright smile. “I’m the Order’s builder. The Artificer for them. I could help you draft up some plans?” She suggests with a tilt of her head, spinning the pencil in her hand.
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
