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
Amalia lets the man go and Sera quietly relishes in the look that the man carries. He apologizes and she chimes her thank you quite loudly, for the rest of the bar to hear, before she’s watching and listening as Amalia’s voice carries through the bar as well. A threat, a warning, meant for ensuring the man thinks twice about what he chooses to do the next time he finds himself in this situation. And the man suddenly begins to nod his head up and down, the gist of it understood and will be followed through.
He even looks to his buddies when Amalia turns, despite shaking like a leaf. And as Amalia begins to step out, Sera flashes them all a wolfish grin, before she slips a bit of payment to the bartender for her own drinks and Amalia’s, before she’s following the Archangel out the bar into the dark streets. “Ama.” She calls out, picking up her speed to catch up to her friend, hoping to link her arm with the demigoddess’s. “Thank you for that.” She offers, flashing Amalia a gentle smile.
“Are you okay?” She asks after, wanting to ensure that everything was alright with the way Amalia quivers and laughs.
He even looks to his buddies when Amalia turns, despite shaking like a leaf. And as Amalia begins to step out, Sera flashes them all a wolfish grin, before she slips a bit of payment to the bartender for her own drinks and Amalia’s, before she’s following the Archangel out the bar into the dark streets. “Ama.” She calls out, picking up her speed to catch up to her friend, hoping to link her arm with the demigoddess’s. “Thank you for that.” She offers, flashing Amalia a gentle smile.
“Are you okay?” She asks after, wanting to ensure that everything was alright with the way Amalia quivers and laughs.
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
