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
“That’s exactly it.” Sera chimes, stepping back to lean against the table as she watches Maeve step in to make her play. She watches as the puck slides across, clipping the side of her own puck, pushing it in another direction while streamlining her puck toward the third section. Sera grins, beaming at Maeve as she asks how to win. “Well, we each get three pucks and whomever has the most points at the end of those three pucks is the winner.” She informs Maeve, stepping in to grab another one of her pucks, to try and get to the third section just as Maeve had.
She lines up the puck with where she wants it to go, gives it a bit more force, and then sends it off down the table until it lands near Maeve’s puck in the third point section but relatively out of the way of the rest of them. Handing Maeve the Madame’s next puck, Sera sits back to watch with amusement glimmering in her gaze. “It’s a good way to pass the time provided you have a partner for it.” She hums with a soft laugh, lifting her glass to her lips.
She lines up the puck with where she wants it to go, gives it a bit more force, and then sends it off down the table until it lands near Maeve’s puck in the third point section but relatively out of the way of the rest of them. Handing Maeve the Madame’s next puck, Sera sits back to watch with amusement glimmering in her gaze. “It’s a good way to pass the time provided you have a partner for it.” She hums with a soft laugh, lifting her glass to her lips.
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
