#ch: sera.

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@sinninggod.

     sera stares at them silently and rattles a jar of bees.

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@screamprophecy.

     ‘ makers balls -- ’ wait, should she be saying that? is that weird? is she making this weird? it doesn’t matter. ‘ come here. ’ sera gestures toward the qun, fingers tapping against her palm in a come hither motion, arms stretched upwards. ‘ down-like. i don’t mind climbing my women, but you’re absurd. ’ she’s got a perfectly normal height, she’ll have you know. perfectly reasonable. ‘ -- completely unfair. it’d take me three days to reach your tits. ’ 

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@beforewecrash.

     not unkindly, ‘ oi, hold on -- shut it. ’ 

     sera’s feet keep solid purchase atop a stone ledge, even as she leans to peer over, hand fisted around the arrows in her quiver to keep them from rattling in the silence. a nobleman turns a corner and strides purposefully into the pathway beneath them, masked in a veil of ridiculously intricate silver filigree. she wants to mash it into a jagged ball in her hands. her voice is a disgusted hiss, softer than a whisper, quiet even after he passes. 

     ‘ what a fuckin’ pisser. ’ 

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@hyssrad.

     ‘ psst. ’ it’s nearly dusk. the sun is slipping slowly beneath the clouds and hills, ground cast in plums and ochre. sera slips in to hover next to bull, mouth in danger of splitting from a somehow wide and lopsided smile. it is as if she is trying to appear innocent without knowing how. it’s an altogether incredibly suspicious expression. 

     ‘ i need you to do me a favor. ’ 

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@screamprophecy.

     ‘ you were tranquil, yeah? ’ there are better ways to phrase this, surely. ( she’s morbidly curious. honesty has always been a strong suit -- and not always a good one. ) one of sera’s legs are tucked beneath her arse-- in very near danger of falling asleep-- while the other hangs loose, dangling towards the floor. ‘ weird, innit. ’ the word she’s searching for is awful. ‘ was it weird? how’s it -- y’know, ’ she makes a sharp gesture towards angeliki, something with wriggling fingers and arched eyebrows. ‘ all feely-touchy again? ’