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
“Yes you.” Sera says with a bright grin, pulling out her mirror to show the Archangel. And when she tries to reach up to brush her fingers through it, Sera half expects it to bump against a piece of glimmering, glowing metal. But it’s simply just the light, brightening the space around them, brightening the ex-Shield, and Sera’s glowing with it.
She doesn’t even falter as they’re joined by the three men – partially used to this sort of thing. If nothing else, she’s learned a few things from Ronin on how to defend herself, sure that she’d be able to harm at least one of them and hopefully ward the other ones off.
Either that or Cian would certainly deal with it, right?
One sits beside her and she flashes them another charming grin that turns to something sharper, something with teeth that can snap and bite as she reaches up to take the man’s hand off Amalia’s wing by the wrist, pressing her fingers into the pulse point there until his hand feels almost staticky. “We were doing quite fine without your company.” She keeps that same sharp, wolfish smile on her face as she stares down the man beside her. “It would be smart of you to simply let us enjoy our drinks and go back to your part of the bar.” Her head tilts a bit, as if she can’t imagine a scenario where the man would deny her.
She doesn’t even falter as they’re joined by the three men – partially used to this sort of thing. If nothing else, she’s learned a few things from Ronin on how to defend herself, sure that she’d be able to harm at least one of them and hopefully ward the other ones off.
Either that or Cian would certainly deal with it, right?
One sits beside her and she flashes them another charming grin that turns to something sharper, something with teeth that can snap and bite as she reaches up to take the man’s hand off Amalia’s wing by the wrist, pressing her fingers into the pulse point there until his hand feels almost staticky. “We were doing quite fine without your company.” She keeps that same sharp, wolfish smile on her face as she stares down the man beside her. “It would be smart of you to simply let us enjoy our drinks and go back to your part of the bar.” Her head tilts a bit, as if she can’t imagine a scenario where the man would deny her.
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
