bodkin

&.     please, my love.

&.   i know you said you're more active on discord these days, but for this one specific interaction i have. do you think you can perhaps be more active for me?

&.    aand, might i adddd. her theme is marvelous.

&.     for a moment there. i’d forgotten this is THE best villain out of all my creations. 

breathe, wolfe.          [swiftly as she knelt, she gathered him into her arms. there was a murmur of breath, soft as the low utterance of prayer, and she spoke over him as one might soothe a fevered child. sera cradled his head and let her thumb pass across his brow in slow, steady strokes. she whispered a lament, old as the house they lived in, and when the prayer had come to its end, she pressed a kiss to his cheek.]          i warned you to keep yourself from this case. yet you would not heed me. come.
            
            [she rose and drew him with her. slowly she led him out of his study and through the hall. the air beyond was cooler, touched by the salt of the sea, and the distant rush of the tide steadied her breath. when at last they reached the porch, sera set her husband down and gave him a look that needed no words.] ⠀⠀⠀  stay here.
            
            [she left for a moment and returned with a pill and a glass of orange juice. she placed both in his hands and took her seat beside him on the porch swing. she slipped off her shoes, folded her legs beneath her, and patted her thigh.]
            
            come. rest your head here.  
            
            * @magicker

@palfreys  ──  : ꫂ᭪    my ring? where is it?

──  : ꫂ᭪      of course :c anything for my sweet girl 
            @orfays 

──  : ꫂ᭪     am i not already?  {winking}
            @palfreys 

;;  you're welcome, sweetie ♥︎

──  : ꫂ᭪        ahhh, thank you so much! 
            @appleseeds 

──  : ꫂ᭪ ⠀⠀ sera is guarded by a Templar knight, a towering figure whose presence alone can silence entire halls. /He/ is ancient, older than the library she keeps, and bound to her by an oath that predates kingdoms. /His/ watch is constant, not out of her state of human fragility, but because her existence was not something to be taken lightly. she /IS/ the bridge between two worlds. 
            
            ⠀⠀ she is mortal, yet she is surrounded by beings who are anything but. /angels,/ guardians, and old powers linger at the edges of her life. romance with her is rare and limited. she cannot give herself away easily because her role demands distance. still, she allows people to fall for her. she lets them feel the rush of it, the whirlwind of affection, even if she cannot always return it fully. everyone is welcome to interact with her, but she is not someone who bends to the wills of the world, or other mortals. she’s powerful in a different way. a mortal who’s not inhuman, or supernatural, but something far older and deeper of the spiritual world. 

──  : ꫂ᭪ ⠀⠀ sera is a traveler at heart, but her duty binds her to the Gates [..] an ancient library hidden between worlds, where wanderers, hunters, scholars, and creatures come seeking knowledge they cannot find elsewhere. the library opens at midnight and closes at noon, the hours were set long before her time, and she keeps them with unwavering discipline.
            
            ⠀⠀ she is clever, calculated, and perceptive to a degree that unsettles most who meet her. sera sees through people with ease, reading their intentions before they speak them aloud. Her abilities are human, yet her presence feels older, as if she carries echoes of forgotten eras in the way she moves and thinks.
            
            ⠀⠀ she stands at five foot seven, with a frame that is neither small nor fragile. her sapphire eyes hold a sharp, discerning light, and her auburn hair falls in long, unruly curls that catch the lantern glow of the library halls. she is not supernatural, yet she belongs in supernatural spaces, the kind of human who walks among the extraordinary without losing herself. she is the /keeper/ of /knowledge,/ the guardian of thresholds, and the one who holds the secrets others fear to speak aloud.

you are angry.       [her arms stayed folded tight across her chest. she watched him without moving, the breeze from the open bay window carrying both the cold air and the spill of moonlight across the room. sera let her gaze trace the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the way his features settled into something unreadable, and how unfairly handsome he looked in that dark blue tux.]         well, i was not the one spending half the night twirling around with the ambassador’s daughter. what was it this time. let me guess. another urgent mission brief that required your full attention.
            
            [her teeth pressed into her cheek as she clenched her jaw. the memory of the charity dinner simmered in her mind with a heat she refused to hide. sera stepped back and let her arms fall, fighting the instinct to soften even as something stubborn rose in her chest. her feet ached against the polished hardwood, but she crossed the room and sat before the mirror. one by one she pulled the pins from her hair, releasing each curl with a slow breath. her eyes, however, stayed fixed on him through the reflection.]
            
            * @dygougr

&.        this one about to hit different.