Seraphina
the artificer
wanna play cheat, now says the sloth
a domino flush to his nose
a domino flush to his nose
Something is happening and all at once Sera’s smile fades into concern. Her jest is met with worry when he tells her he’s not okay, that he’s dying, unsurprisingly unable to read between the lines when his words sound so much like a love confession and the rest of his body language screams otherwise. And then he says he wants to get married and she chokes a laugh, shaking her head. “Ronin, you are married.” She informs him at first, at a loss at what else to do.
She certainly wasn’t going to get roped up between Star and Lullaby, that much was for damned sure.
She reaches out to grasp his arm, to drag him from the bridge toward the gardens to keep their conversation an edge more private. “Have you been drinking?” She asks, despite being unable to smell alcohol on him or spy any other off mannerisms.
She certainly wasn’t going to get roped up between Star and Lullaby, that much was for damned sure.
She reaches out to grasp his arm, to drag him from the bridge toward the gardens to keep their conversation an edge more private. “Have you been drinking?” She asks, despite being unable to smell alcohol on him or spy any other off mannerisms.
tickle that cheek and take your throne
pump your veins with gushing gold
pump your veins with gushing gold
