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
He follows her quite willingly, something that internally pleases her ego though it doesn’t show on her face. It’s more of an internal excitement, the way her stomach flutters and flips when she’s dragged them to the room, when she’s locked the door behind her, turning to look at Ronin. She doesn’t get much of a chance, watching briefly as the demigod surges forward and her back hits the door – a squeak of surprise leaving her with the motion.
Oh, but she isn’t complaining. Not in the slightest. His lips find hers and that fire that was there previously burns within her, alight and stoked anew, her body pressing into Ronin’s wandering hands. One hand snakes forward to slip beneath the shirt he wears, fingers light as she craves the sensation of warmth he can bring to her, while simultaneously pulling him closer, her other moving to his pants, to try and free him from it, humming under her breath when her fingers move to stroke along his length.
Oh, but she isn’t complaining. Not in the slightest. His lips find hers and that fire that was there previously burns within her, alight and stoked anew, her body pressing into Ronin’s wandering hands. One hand snakes forward to slip beneath the shirt he wears, fingers light as she craves the sensation of warmth he can bring to her, while simultaneously pulling him closer, her other moving to his pants, to try and free him from it, humming under her breath when her fingers move to stroke along his length.
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
