take these broken wings

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

Amalia’s list of kisses is amusing to hear, and yet when she says Ronin, the Artificers lips part to respond — until she’s surprised at the mention of Finn. Her eyes widen as she regards the Archangel, softening a fraction with the mention of Deimos as she tries to place that smile back on her face. “Hmm. I’ve only kissed Ronin out of that list.” She murmurs with a soft smile, a bit offhandedly, still distracted.

Since when did Finn kiss anyone, let alone want to be near them long enough to?

But Amalia is drinking the water again, downing it fast, and Sera watches with some small part of appreciation until the demi-god’s eyes find hers again. More research has her smile broadening a fraction, one that’s felt as Amalia is the one to surge forward and Sera’s arms wind around the Archangel’s waist, below the wings. Her cheek tilts into Amalia’s soft touch, their lips meeting and the kiss deepening, and Sera is happy to continue it. A sigh leaves her into Amalia’s lips, a gentle hum as she pushes back ever so slightly to deepen the kiss some more, her arms keeping the woman close to her as the flush crosses her skin.

darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun