// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
A dark corner certainly raises her suspicions but she doesn’t complain, if anything Sera’s quite eager to get there. This is Torchline after all, she’s a nobody here, and if Locke has planned what she thinks he might, well… this trip will have absolutely been worth it. “I’m glad too, Locke.” She says softly, slipping into the seat, close enough that she can brush against him when he sits, too.
She meets his gaze, a swirling hazel filled with heat that instantly has her flushing a fraction, reaching for the glass as she realizes it’s whiskey and her grin bounces back to him. “You remembered!” She leans into him a bit, as if she’s cuddling up beside him when in reality it’s a bit of that plus the way she shifts her knee under his, inviting him in. Her sundress is a bright hue of pink and blues, but sitting here as she does it rides up her thigh about halfway.
It’s no matter, it’s a dark corner after all. “Hardly any trouble, really. Just work, work, and more work.” She doesn’t think the news of the creature that had infiltrated the church back in Stormbreak made for a good, fun talk, so she refrains from adding it.
Instead, Sera turns the question on him, shifting her torso so that he might get a better look at her chest, pulling her hair over to one side. “What about you? Anymore barrel voyages?”
She meets his gaze, a swirling hazel filled with heat that instantly has her flushing a fraction, reaching for the glass as she realizes it’s whiskey and her grin bounces back to him. “You remembered!” She leans into him a bit, as if she’s cuddling up beside him when in reality it’s a bit of that plus the way she shifts her knee under his, inviting him in. Her sundress is a bright hue of pink and blues, but sitting here as she does it rides up her thigh about halfway.
It’s no matter, it’s a dark corner after all. “Hardly any trouble, really. Just work, work, and more work.” She doesn’t think the news of the creature that had infiltrated the church back in Stormbreak made for a good, fun talk, so she refrains from adding it.
Instead, Sera turns the question on him, shifting her torso so that he might get a better look at her chest, pulling her hair over to one side. “What about you? Anymore barrel voyages?”
Seraphina
