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
Seeing Cian was decidedly unexpected. But appointments were appointments, and she was there to do her job. Still, she can’t help but to think of what Finn had mentioned when they’d jested of putting a skylight into the Eye’s apartment. It’s a thought that banishes as soon as she’s stepped into the space, her blueprints under her arm, a notebook accompanying it, and Levi settled easily on her shoulder perched like a parrot, his tail swept around her neck like a pearl necklace.
She knows better than to say she hopes she’s not interrupting. He’d been expecting her, after all. And it’s that thought that has Sera breezing into his office with a brilliant smile on her face, a dip of her head given in greeting, searching for the other socially acceptable greeting. “Hello Cian!” She chimes, waiting briefly for her words to be registered. "How are you?" She asks at first, not wanting to dive in too fast.
She knows better than to say she hopes she’s not interrupting. He’d been expecting her, after all. And it’s that thought that has Sera breezing into his office with a brilliant smile on her face, a dip of her head given in greeting, searching for the other socially acceptable greeting. “Hello Cian!” She chimes, waiting briefly for her words to be registered. "How are you?" She asks at first, not wanting to dive in too fast.
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
