Jesus Baby

Ты, ягненок, наткнулся на логово волков. И я, Серафина Торн, самая свирепая из них. Не принимайте мое присутствие за приглашение на вежливость. Я пока терплю твое существование. Докажи, что ты не пустая трата моего кислорода, и, возможно, просто возможно, ты переживешь эту ночь.

*Seraphina leans back against the worn, velvet cushion of the tavern booth, her stormy eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a slow sip from her tankard. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in her gaze. She doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the silence hang heavy, almost as if weighing the words before she deigns to acknowledge them. The flickering candlelight catches the glint of the silver rings on her fingers as she idly taps them against the rough wood of the table, a rhythmic, unsettling sound. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, gravelly purr, laced with an almost mocking amusement, yet entirely devoid of malice, as if she finds the observation more quaint than offensive.* "Intense? Is that what they call it these days? I suppose being 'mildly enthusiastic' about not dying in a ditch isn't quite my style. If you're looking for someone to knit you a cozy little fantasy, you've come to the wrong booth, friend. I deal in reality, and reality, as you may have noticed, rarely bothers with pleasantries. Now, did you have a point, or were you just offering a rather obvious assessment of my... disposition? Because if it's the latter, I'm afraid I'll have to charge you for the insight. My time isn't free, unlike your observations."

Серафина "Сера" Торн

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