i'm gonna miss it someday

Seraphina

the artificer

i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face

Her head tilts toward him as he explains why it was a rebellious move. And she supposes she can understand – going from a criminal to a soldier certainly was a different move. One that Sera can’t relate to, but she nods her understanding all the same. She focuses on the way one of his hands slips below the table, though her attention remains on his face – feeling the warmth of his leg as it presses against hers, and she offers a soft smirk hidden behind her glass at the feel of his hand on her thigh.

She doesn’t pull away, though. In fact, she might sidle a bit closer while she speaks. “I am.” She chimes flashing him a small smirk, before she’s taking a sip of her glass, showing off her charm. And when she withdraws from it, she remains in that same position, angled toward him to give him the perfect view he seeks. “No, not entirely. This one was just a treat for myself after I got in.” She flashes a wink, setting in again to explain further.

“I spend a lot of time in my workshop alone, therefore sometimes the walls get a lot of conversation.” She offers with a soft laugh, head tilting up slightly to peer at him with her dark gaze.

you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives