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
He remains so masked, it’s hard to tell whether or not she’s getting anywhere. Until, of course, she’s wedging herself between him and the desk, reaching out for him, peering up at him – quite content to do whatever she wanted to get the results she seeks. And when his head tilts to the side with a brief hint of interest, she wonders if she’s captured it.
Her hands reach out and do run along the suspenders that run up his torso – a soft smile given to him as he calls her clever. She likes to think that she is. So she sucks in a breath, tilts her head back a bit as if she’s thinking about it, scanning Cian’s face as if it might harbor any ideas of what she might be able to get away with.
“I doubt you’d grant the favor of letting me in on where Finn went, but I do hope he is okay, given I heard he left so abruptly.” She pauses, pursing her lips. “Will he be okay?” She asks, running her hands up a bit further, to his shoulders now, eyes focused on his face as she shifts a bit where she’s pressed herself into the space between him and the desk, pressing against him with the movement.
Her hands reach out and do run along the suspenders that run up his torso – a soft smile given to him as he calls her clever. She likes to think that she is. So she sucks in a breath, tilts her head back a bit as if she’s thinking about it, scanning Cian’s face as if it might harbor any ideas of what she might be able to get away with.
“I doubt you’d grant the favor of letting me in on where Finn went, but I do hope he is okay, given I heard he left so abruptly.” She pauses, pursing her lips. “Will he be okay?” She asks, running her hands up a bit further, to his shoulders now, eyes focused on his face as she shifts a bit where she’s pressed herself into the space between him and the desk, pressing against him with the movement.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
