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
Truth be told, she doesn’t mind that he’s been poking around. She doesn’t have much of personal value that didn’t scream her if it were lifted from her anyway. So as she returns and her ruby red smile is given to Locke, she can’t help but to notice the once over he gives her. “No?” She asks with a tilt of her head, dark hair bouncing over her shoulder with the movement as she peers at him as he gets closer. The hand trails along the edge of her arm and she doesn’t mind it in the slightest – in fact, she may or may not bat her lashes at him a few times just for playfulness and showing off.
“Could show me off and come back.” She says with a smirk, moving toward the door as he decides a walk regardless. A bar is in their future, after all, and Sera’d be damned if she didn’t get to indulge in a drink or two tonight. She moves to go and lock the door behind him after he’s left, before she falls into step beside him – heels clicking across the ground with her steps.
Her head angles a fraction as she looks up at him with her dark gaze. “So, what’s your favorite drink?” She asks, wondering if it would be something common or something essentially Torchline.
“Could show me off and come back.” She says with a smirk, moving toward the door as he decides a walk regardless. A bar is in their future, after all, and Sera’d be damned if she didn’t get to indulge in a drink or two tonight. She moves to go and lock the door behind him after he’s left, before she falls into step beside him – heels clicking across the ground with her steps.
Her head angles a fraction as she looks up at him with her dark gaze. “So, what’s your favorite drink?” She asks, wondering if it would be something common or something essentially Torchline.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
