Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
A bright smile flashes across Sera’s face at the agreement, a decisive nod offered. It was decided, then, and the Artificer couldn’t be more excited to see just how it turned out and reap the rewards for it. “Oh, I can imagine so.” She murmurs softly, flashing a softer edged smile toward Maeve. “I can’t wait to come and see how it’s all turned out.” She says, flashing a slightly brighter one before the food distracts her and she’s sating her worries and fears over Gideon for the feeling of a full stomach and alcohol and work.
Soon enough, the plates are cleared, and the drinks are refilled and Sera finds herself lifting the glass in her small toast back to the Madame, before taking a sip and humming a soft laugh as she drags the blueprints back over. “Alright, so. How would you like the buildings split up? How many rooms for each? Still a bar and lounge on the bottom?” She asks, lifting her gaze to peer at Maeve with curiosity.
Soon enough, the plates are cleared, and the drinks are refilled and Sera finds herself lifting the glass in her small toast back to the Madame, before taking a sip and humming a soft laugh as she drags the blueprints back over. “Alright, so. How would you like the buildings split up? How many rooms for each? Still a bar and lounge on the bottom?” She asks, lifting her gaze to peer at Maeve with curiosity.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
