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
Favor for favor, she could get behind that easily. “Deal.” She agrees swiftly, flashing a toothy grin his way as she gives him her hand. His thumb brushes across her knuckles and she can’t help the faint twitch of a smirk that tries to replace the smile, her gaze ignoring Levi’s departure to instead study Locke. “He’s just grumpy. He loves food though, you could win him over.” She offers, returning the wink as she settles back on her heels with a quiet and soft laugh.
“Perhaps I’m just waiting to see what you have to offer me, mister Not A Dragoon Yet.” She can’t help the drawl she puts on his title, replacing it swiftly with an amused look. “Drinks I can do, easily. As for the rest of it? I’m just trying to work on some self defense.” She places her hands on her hips as she peers back at the training dummy.
Her head tilts back toward him with a playful smirk. “Show me your best shot, perhaps?” She moves then, flitting around him easily to step to the side and watch him take his shot.
“Perhaps I’m just waiting to see what you have to offer me, mister Not A Dragoon Yet.” She can’t help the drawl she puts on his title, replacing it swiftly with an amused look. “Drinks I can do, easily. As for the rest of it? I’m just trying to work on some self defense.” She places her hands on her hips as she peers back at the training dummy.
Her head tilts back toward him with a playful smirk. “Show me your best shot, perhaps?” She moves then, flitting around him easily to step to the side and watch him take his shot.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
