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
Dark eyes lift as soon as Cian opens the door, a bright smile tinged with a hint of worry crosses her face. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” She apologizes quickly, taking the cue to enter, slipping into the office and going where directed, heading straight for the couch – recalling that it was indeed the most comfortable out of all of them – where she settles. At the offer of something to drink, though, she recalls the whiskey from before, a sweet, almost tangy type of it that she wouldn’t mind having once again.
“A bit of whiskey would be wonderful, thank you.” She says, turning on the couch to fold her arms on the armrest, to watch him fiddle with the bar cart. She’s more relaxed this time, less tense in the presence of the Eye, though there is a bit of tension elsewhere in her confusion and urgency to have shown up unannounced.
It was ultimately work related, after all. “I’m afraid I come with a bit of… Worry, I suppose? I was supposed to check on Finn’s office and renovations to see how they’re holding up for him but I can’t seem to find him.” She begins, pausing to chew on the inside of her cheek. “I’m a bit concerned.” He had been so happy in his office with all of the windows, after all. And if he was gone, well...
“A bit of whiskey would be wonderful, thank you.” She says, turning on the couch to fold her arms on the armrest, to watch him fiddle with the bar cart. She’s more relaxed this time, less tense in the presence of the Eye, though there is a bit of tension elsewhere in her confusion and urgency to have shown up unannounced.
It was ultimately work related, after all. “I’m afraid I come with a bit of… Worry, I suppose? I was supposed to check on Finn’s office and renovations to see how they’re holding up for him but I can’t seem to find him.” She begins, pausing to chew on the inside of her cheek. “I’m a bit concerned.” He had been so happy in his office with all of the windows, after all. And if he was gone, well...
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
