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 chimes her laughter with his as he admits it wasn’t good booze anyway, but with a story like that she’d still have drank it out of pure spite. “All that work. What a shame.” She chimes in amusement, tilting her head toward Locke with a glimmer of amusement in her dark gaze, hair sweeping off her shoulder with the movement. “You do. This ones your choice though.” She flashes him an easy smile, turning to face him in her chair a bit more fully, leg brushing against his once more.
“Why is joining the dragoon’s an act of rebellion?” She asks, complete curiosity in her gaze as the drinks are delivered and she sweeps up the new glass in her hand to cradle between both of them, her attention fully on him.
He asks of school, though, and she smiles a bit nostalgically. “I did go to school here. My family is a… High class one. Got all the best opportunities and I worked quite hard to become a part of the Order. I was one of the youngest ever to join when I did.” She brags a bit, her hand twirling in the air as if she’s showing off her charm with it. “It’s been fun, though. As much as talking to walls can be fun.” She tacks on playfully, with another laugh leaving her throat.
“Why is joining the dragoon’s an act of rebellion?” She asks, complete curiosity in her gaze as the drinks are delivered and she sweeps up the new glass in her hand to cradle between both of them, her attention fully on him.
He asks of school, though, and she smiles a bit nostalgically. “I did go to school here. My family is a… High class one. Got all the best opportunities and I worked quite hard to become a part of the Order. I was one of the youngest ever to join when I did.” She brags a bit, her hand twirling in the air as if she’s showing off her charm with it. “It’s been fun, though. As much as talking to walls can be fun.” She tacks on playfully, with another laugh leaving her throat.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
