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
It flies by, but Sera’s content with it either way – already able to feel the exhaustion weighing on her shoulders when Locke helps get her feet on the ground again. She pants against his skin, her arms remaining around him even as he moves to shut the shower off, and she leans into each touch like a cat receiving praise with each passing moment. A soft sound slips from her throat as he presses a kiss to her neck and she leans forward to press one to his chest, and when they part for him to find a towel, she slips out of the shower after too.
She grabs her own, working to try herself off and then her hair, not bothering with clothing herself as she flashes him a bright smile as she passes by him, close enough her skin can brush against his on her way toward the rest of her apartment, to the kitchen. “Still want some ice cream?” She asks chipperly, running fingers through her wet hair to detangle it in the meantime. “You can stay the night if you want to, too… I don’t mind.” She certainly won’t mind sharing her bed with another warm body, even if it is only for a night.
She grabs her own, working to try herself off and then her hair, not bothering with clothing herself as she flashes him a bright smile as she passes by him, close enough her skin can brush against his on her way toward the rest of her apartment, to the kitchen. “Still want some ice cream?” She asks chipperly, running fingers through her wet hair to detangle it in the meantime. “You can stay the night if you want to, too… I don’t mind.” She certainly won’t mind sharing her bed with another warm body, even if it is only for a night.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
