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
The smile is bright that crosses her face as he confirms that she looks good, and even goes so far as to tell her she does. Quite a few perks there, a few more points added to him as she loops her arm with his and they head out into the city. His agreement and slight question of whether or not she’d have him has her eyeing him briefly, before her gaze departs to the path they take, her footing sure and steady as she picks the location she has in mind. First stop, the White Hart. “I think I’d like that.” She hums to him, patting his arm with a playful smirk.
She helps to guide him along the street they take until a bar comes into view with Luxere antlers glowing in the dusk, decorating the building so that you can’t miss it. “Wine?” She hums thoughutfully, though she does tuck away the information for rum and whiskey away. “Wine is good for… Idle chatting. But no, I’m more of a whiskey kind of girl.” Her gaze tips back up to him with that same air of playfulness, the same smirk, reaching out to open the door and slip in with him – heading straight for a table off to the side in the darker part of the room, a space she’s typically gone to and is surprised to see it’s open at this time of night.
As they walk over there, she catches eyes with the bartender, her free hand rising to show him that she’d like two of the usual this time, before they've both reached the table.
She helps to guide him along the street they take until a bar comes into view with Luxere antlers glowing in the dusk, decorating the building so that you can’t miss it. “Wine?” She hums thoughutfully, though she does tuck away the information for rum and whiskey away. “Wine is good for… Idle chatting. But no, I’m more of a whiskey kind of girl.” Her gaze tips back up to him with that same air of playfulness, the same smirk, reaching out to open the door and slip in with him – heading straight for a table off to the side in the darker part of the room, a space she’s typically gone to and is surprised to see it’s open at this time of night.
As they walk over there, she catches eyes with the bartender, her free hand rising to show him that she’d like two of the usual this time, before they've both reached the table.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
