Seraphina
the artificer
i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
She regards him curiously, her head tilting the opposite way from where Levi sits. She isn’t disappointed, actually. Quite the opposite, especially when the smirk is given and the wink. And oh, how two can play at that game. “It is fancy.” She agrees, flashing him a brighter smile, one that lingers with a hint of a bite. But it’s all fun and games, isn’t it?
His hand extends and she takes it easily, placing her own into his as her gaze seeks out his face. She isn’t oblivious to the look he takes of her, but she isn’t put off either. After all, Sera was a flirtatious Frey follower, wanting nothing more than to delve into life’s wonders. Most of the time it was Frey and Rae’s creations that sparked her fancy. “The pleasure is mine, Locke.” She murmurs to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze even as Levi puffs a breath of air at the newcomer, his gaze watchful and protective.
Sera immediately shrugs her shoulders, loosening the dragonling, watching momentarily as he takes flight to the beams above. “Oh how fun. A bargain.” She murmurs, giving him a good look over. “Depends on what you’d want out of it, I suppose.” She flashes him a playful smirk, one that has her straightening a bit as she awaits an answer.
His hand extends and she takes it easily, placing her own into his as her gaze seeks out his face. She isn’t oblivious to the look he takes of her, but she isn’t put off either. After all, Sera was a flirtatious Frey follower, wanting nothing more than to delve into life’s wonders. Most of the time it was Frey and Rae’s creations that sparked her fancy. “The pleasure is mine, Locke.” She murmurs to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze even as Levi puffs a breath of air at the newcomer, his gaze watchful and protective.
Sera immediately shrugs her shoulders, loosening the dragonling, watching momentarily as he takes flight to the beams above. “Oh how fun. A bargain.” She murmurs, giving him a good look over. “Depends on what you’d want out of it, I suppose.” She flashes him a playful smirk, one that has her straightening a bit as she awaits an answer.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
