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
It’s no matter that her playfulness falls flat, if anything it makes it easier — a way to get the awkwardness out. She and Finn have not talked much, if at all, aside from the day they’d quite literally ran into each other just outside of his office. Other than that? She and the Spyglass had never held a conversation, had never delved into her playfulness and his awkwardness, and it’s… strange. It doesn’t keep the grin from faltering on her face though. She’s glad he likes it, it’s evident in the way her face lights up, evident in the way she turns her attention from him to write swiftly on the glass before handing the pen back to him and stepping aside to grant him space.
And she watches as he responds on the glass, something softer and warmer coming across her smile when she peers back at Finn, still surprised at how she has to crane her neck to peer up at him. “You’re welcome.” She chimes in response to the words, turning so he can get a fuller view of the office space.
His comment has her nodding, arms folding easily behind her back, honeyed gaze flickering along the desk that awash with sunlight. “Forgive me for being bold to say, but the office was a bit dark... And dare I say dreary.” A crooked smile is flashed his way before she’s reaching up to run her hand along Levi’s side, the Artificer biting her tongue from mentioning how spaces tend to reflect those that surrounded themselves within. “Sunlight does a lot to a person. We’re like flowers in a way, waiting to soak it up and bloom.” She pauses, a bit of a wistful sigh leaving her. “I fashioned my apartment with many windows specifically for that reason.” Her gaze lands on Finn again, a breath of a laugh leaving her lips with the admission and her tangent.
And she watches as he responds on the glass, something softer and warmer coming across her smile when she peers back at Finn, still surprised at how she has to crane her neck to peer up at him. “You’re welcome.” She chimes in response to the words, turning so he can get a fuller view of the office space.
His comment has her nodding, arms folding easily behind her back, honeyed gaze flickering along the desk that awash with sunlight. “Forgive me for being bold to say, but the office was a bit dark... And dare I say dreary.” A crooked smile is flashed his way before she’s reaching up to run her hand along Levi’s side, the Artificer biting her tongue from mentioning how spaces tend to reflect those that surrounded themselves within. “Sunlight does a lot to a person. We’re like flowers in a way, waiting to soak it up and bloom.” She pauses, a bit of a wistful sigh leaving her. “I fashioned my apartment with many windows specifically for that reason.” Her gaze lands on Finn again, a breath of a laugh leaving her lips with the admission and her tangent.
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
