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 waves him off when it comes to her stories. “Ach, hardly anything of interest unless you consider studying a fun past time.” Here her eyes roll playfully until they land back at him, agreement for a drink for a story, though, committing that favor for favor to memory. As if it would be hard to forget.
His hand meets her own, however, and she drifts closer — inspecting the hand for any obvious signs of injury. “I did this once when I accidentally struck my knuckles with a hammer.” A chimed laugh leaves her as she shakes her head, keeping a hold of his hand as her dark brown gaze lifts to Locke’s face to hear the rest of the instruction.
“Don't think I’ll have much of an issue when it comes to making myself small.” She informs him with a wink, before she’s settling back on the heels of her feet. But she lets his hand go to drift a bit closer, to reach up and pat his shoulder in a friendly manner. “You’ll get there one day.” It’s said with all the confidence she has. For the rest of it though? She peers across the plaza to spy the sky behind Locke before her attention flickers back to him. “Tell me, Locke, do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”
His hand meets her own, however, and she drifts closer — inspecting the hand for any obvious signs of injury. “I did this once when I accidentally struck my knuckles with a hammer.” A chimed laugh leaves her as she shakes her head, keeping a hold of his hand as her dark brown gaze lifts to Locke’s face to hear the rest of the instruction.
“Don't think I’ll have much of an issue when it comes to making myself small.” She informs him with a wink, before she’s settling back on the heels of her feet. But she lets his hand go to drift a bit closer, to reach up and pat his shoulder in a friendly manner. “You’ll get there one day.” It’s said with all the confidence she has. For the rest of it though? She peers across the plaza to spy the sky behind Locke before her attention flickers back to him. “Tell me, Locke, do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
