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
Her shoulders loosen with a small amount of relief she feels upon his reaction – all good things entirely as she breezes by him to show him the extra additions that she’s added in. His comment, however, does keep that bright grin on her face, though it edges toward becoming playful. “Not to brag, but I am the Artificer.” She chimes, flashing a wink toward him. “But no, not usually. Only when I think I have an idea of what would benefit the space.” A brief pause as she considers it. “And only when I know the receiver won’t be upset with the choice.” The last thing she wanted was for her to take some artistic freedoms, only to have the customer shout at her over it.
Finn hadn’t seemed the type, so she wasn’t too afraid of trying it out.
But she lingers by the shelving now as he shrugs off his satchel, Levi crawling off of her neck to coil himself up in a shelf as Sera watches Finn reach out – pausing only at the last second. Her brows raise at the offer, hands clasping together in front of her as she considers it. “Oh, sure.” A hint of shyness, rare for the woman that’s rebuilt Finn’s office to let in the light to the dreary location. A quick glance is given back toward him, ensuring that it was fine, before she takes the pen in his hand and picks the window beside the one Finn wished to write on.
Her handwriting is legible, each letter connected, half a cross between cursive and print – the handwriting of someone who tended to write fast without much time or need to print things out incredibly clear. ‘Welcome back, Spyglass.’ She writes out. It's unclear if it's back to his office, or back to being well, as she turns back to him. Closer to him now in this space, she finds herself looking up at him with that same bright smile, handing the pen back to him so he might be able to write whatever it was he wanted to start with.
Finn hadn’t seemed the type, so she wasn’t too afraid of trying it out.
But she lingers by the shelving now as he shrugs off his satchel, Levi crawling off of her neck to coil himself up in a shelf as Sera watches Finn reach out – pausing only at the last second. Her brows raise at the offer, hands clasping together in front of her as she considers it. “Oh, sure.” A hint of shyness, rare for the woman that’s rebuilt Finn’s office to let in the light to the dreary location. A quick glance is given back toward him, ensuring that it was fine, before she takes the pen in his hand and picks the window beside the one Finn wished to write on.
Her handwriting is legible, each letter connected, half a cross between cursive and print – the handwriting of someone who tended to write fast without much time or need to print things out incredibly clear. ‘Welcome back, Spyglass.’ She writes out. It's unclear if it's back to his office, or back to being well, as she turns back to him. Closer to him now in this space, she finds herself looking up at him with that same bright smile, handing the pen back to him so he might be able to write whatever it was he wanted to start with.
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
