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
His thumb smooths over hers and she flashes him a softer tinged smile when he kisses her knuckles. It’s unexpected but nice, and as they begin to make their way toward the door, she hums her agreement easily into the air between them. “Two stories for the two you told me today?” She suggests. But by the time they make it to the door and his next question airs, she can’t help the smile on her face from growing a bit more playful, more catlike. “Mm well, would be fun but I do have an image to uphold.” She offers, gesturing to herself again with her freehand, a half bow as if she’s introducing herself again.
The walk is a little bit faster than before and while they walk, she keeps her hand within his, heels clicking across the stone of the walkway beneath them. “Besides each other?” She makes a show of thinking, before her gaze edges a bit more mischievous when she looks back at him. “After a long day of training and work, laziness sounds good. I’ve got ice cream and music.” A hum of a laugh leaves her as they turn into the Tower and start to move up the stairs.
The walk is a little bit faster than before and while they walk, she keeps her hand within his, heels clicking across the stone of the walkway beneath them. “Besides each other?” She makes a show of thinking, before her gaze edges a bit more mischievous when she looks back at him. “After a long day of training and work, laziness sounds good. I’ve got ice cream and music.” A hum of a laugh leaves her as they turn into the Tower and start to move up the stairs.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
