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 is quite a bold one, not afraid to speak her mind or do what she wants to. In fact, the only one that had made her feel somewhat self conscious was Cian, but that was neither here nor there. She’d flirted and she’d relaxed indefinitely the next time she’d seen the Eye. And since then it had been the status quo.
Her smirk only grows as he tells her he’ll keep it in mind, a look crosses her face that’s pleased as a cat, before she’s taking a sip of the whiskey and sighing as it goes down. He launches into the story and she settles in, focused intensely on his face to latch onto every word.
A wider smirk crosses her face as she readjusts her seat a fraction, her leg brushing up against hers as she peers down at her drink, lifting it to her lips and takes another long slow sip, before her gaze lifts to his again. “I’m willing to guess it was payback for taking the drink?” She asks coyly, flashing him a small smirk. “Were you at least on the boat long enough that the fish smell went away?” She asks with a soft chime of a laugh.
She leans back a bit, a little straighter so that her back arches like a cats, and she regards him more fully again.
Her smirk only grows as he tells her he’ll keep it in mind, a look crosses her face that’s pleased as a cat, before she’s taking a sip of the whiskey and sighing as it goes down. He launches into the story and she settles in, focused intensely on his face to latch onto every word.
A wider smirk crosses her face as she readjusts her seat a fraction, her leg brushing up against hers as she peers down at her drink, lifting it to her lips and takes another long slow sip, before her gaze lifts to his again. “I’m willing to guess it was payback for taking the drink?” She asks coyly, flashing him a small smirk. “Were you at least on the boat long enough that the fish smell went away?” She asks with a soft chime of a laugh.
She leans back a bit, a little straighter so that her back arches like a cats, and she regards him more fully again.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
