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
“Oh no!” She chimes as he tells her that she’s guessed wrong, a bright laugh tittering out of her as she settles with the drink in her hand, waiting for the rest of it. “Maybe they thought it was full of really big fish.” She suggests, looking him up and down with another wide smile of amusement before she covers it with the glass. “Did you lose the booze?” She asks, curious if the item that had started the story had ever managed to make it out and back.
“I’m glad you didn’t drown.” She offers after a moment, spinning the glass on the counter, flashing him another soft smile when he finishes his drink and she looks past him to catch eyes with the bartender to order another round, lifting the glass to her red lips again to down the rest of her own as well. “Oh no, don’t apologize. It was quite riveting.” She hums, sitting back in her seat as she regards him. “Those are my favorite stories.” She offers him with another soft laugh.
Her head tilts a fraction as she scans his face. “I was never too rebellious growing up. I have to indulge myself sometimes.” She offers with a crooked smirk.
“I’m glad you didn’t drown.” She offers after a moment, spinning the glass on the counter, flashing him another soft smile when he finishes his drink and she looks past him to catch eyes with the bartender to order another round, lifting the glass to her red lips again to down the rest of her own as well. “Oh no, don’t apologize. It was quite riveting.” She hums, sitting back in her seat as she regards him. “Those are my favorite stories.” She offers him with another soft laugh.
Her head tilts a fraction as she scans his face. “I was never too rebellious growing up. I have to indulge myself sometimes.” She offers with a crooked smirk.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
