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
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Locke.” She chimes, easily imagining that they’d cross paths again and truthfully? She’s quite excited for it, if today was any indication of their interactions. Still, she tells him she has an image to uphold and she hums a soft laugh to the way he clicks his tongue, the way he pouts. “It would be quite fun, though.” She purrs with an edge of flirtation, before she’s speeding up the walk home.
She tilts her head to him as they walk up the stairs toward her apartment, a soft smile playing on the edges of her lips. “You don’t dance?” She asks, wondering why. She certainly wouldn’t judge him by it, whatever the answer was.
His sly look is met with a batting of her eyelashes as she considers it, lips curling in a smirk once they’ve reached her door. “Might be as close to a wet alley wall we can get…?” She comments with a raise of her brow, unlocking her door and stepping in as she tugs him along with her. She turns back to the door to close and lock it, before she’s turning back toward him and smirks, even if the flush of the idea of what’s to come darkens her cheeks. “Shall we?” Comes her breathless question, glancing toward her room where her shower awaits.
She tilts her head to him as they walk up the stairs toward her apartment, a soft smile playing on the edges of her lips. “You don’t dance?” She asks, wondering why. She certainly wouldn’t judge him by it, whatever the answer was.
His sly look is met with a batting of her eyelashes as she considers it, lips curling in a smirk once they’ve reached her door. “Might be as close to a wet alley wall we can get…?” She comments with a raise of her brow, unlocking her door and stepping in as she tugs him along with her. She turns back to the door to close and lock it, before she’s turning back toward him and smirks, even if the flush of the idea of what’s to come darkens her cheeks. “Shall we?” Comes her breathless question, glancing toward her room where her shower awaits.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
