i'm gonna miss it someday

Seraphina

the artificer

i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face

The information paired with the wink has her brows raising a fraction, keen on believing him but not wanting to make a fuss of it, until he winks and she puffs out a quiet airy laugh. But then she’s inspecting his hand, offering a story of her own when she drops his hand and hears his whisper. “Oh, no, it was quite terrible.” She assures him before a wide sweeping grin spreads across her face.

At his confirmation that he struggles with being small, she gives him a good long look up and down, before she’s unable to keep the amused smirk from her face. “Hmm, I can see why.” She teases him lightly before she’s asking him about what plans he has, and as he goes to answer she moves away from him, a bit further into the middle of the training grounds, and lets a sharp whistle slip from her lips, where Levi comes barreling down from the ceiling to crawl up her arm to rest on her shoulder again.

She turns to look back at Locke with that same playful grin. “Well I figured I could get you those drinks you wanted. I could also be your guide.” She suggests, her head tilting slightly as her dark brow raises with the offer.

you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives