kissing death and loosing my breath

Serafina's gaze slowly traced over the intimate details of the view she was presented with,taking in the glory of the cabin's magnificence. She could scarcely deny the beauty of what surrounded her, the picturesque view catching the girl entirely off guard - not that she had really known what to expect in the first place. Her lips parted ever so slightly, her stormy eyes shifting to the man behind her as he answered her, offering her a name that meant particularly little to her. "In Siberia?" She repeated, though she hardly expected any kind of meaningful response. She hardly dwelled upon this Alexander long, however, after all Siberia was...rather far away. Instead, the girl merely trusted her companion that somehow, this would be entirely okay, despite her hesitance. Her attention shifted to a singular statement from her companion, the girl latching onto those softly spoken words as she inquired exactly whatever this was. Serafina watched the man intently, noting the frown that marred his features and briefly, the girl couldn't help but to wonder if perhaps such an upfront inquiry was not yet within her best interest. She watched nearly unblinkingly as he considered his words, noting the small simper that touched his features as he finally begun to voice those thoughts that so mysteriously filled the handsome man's thoughts.

Her gaze briefly drifted away from the hunter at his admittance that this was his effort to be, somehow, romantic with her. Serafina could certainly not deny his efforts and their effectiveness. That he might have resigned himself to being interested in pursuing whatever budding attraction existed between the two was certainly an unexpected surprise - one she hardly anticipated lasting any longer then tonight before they were returned to that great divide that sometimes too existed between them. Still, Serafina hardly put much stock into anything - life and the people within it, she'd long since found were fleeting. She stepped forward with his careful coaxing toward the edge of the water, the still liquid certainly calling to her. The sound of her companion's voice drew her gaze once again, the witch silent as she let him speak of his intentions for the evening. Swimming and dinner over an open flame certainly appealed to the woman far more than she could admit. It seemed almost as if Azrael knew her far better than he had let on - hell, far better then perhaps even Raven herself and the were-creature was arguably the closest being to her. It was...sweet.

Nevertheless, Serafina was perhaps equally as aware of the man's discomfort at even voicing those emotions and thoughts that plagued his soul and mind. Such uncertainty was hardly an emotion she wished upon her companion and so, with her own curiosity satisfied, Serafina made an effort to ensure such boldfaced inquiries never again would leave her lips. Instead, she addressed the man besides her with a certain measure of mock seriousness, the twitch of her lips perhaps giving away the simple fact that she was sparing him from voicing any further romantic inclinations. Her fingertips became unwound from his as the girl stepped away, using her feet to push of her now muddy shoes. "I think..." She started, "That you're just trying to lure me into a false sense of security so that you can better kill me. Well, I've got news for you, Mr. Azrael. I'm secretly a were-fish and..." Her fingertips went to the button of her pants, the girl perhaps entirely free of concerns of modesty. It took a moment to wedge such tight fitting jeans from her hips and yet her voice scarcely wavered throughout her actions. Her shirt soon followed, falling in a small pile to leave Serafina in her undergarments and abruptly she turned to face the man, stepping backwards into the lake that lapped the edge of the shore. "...I don't think you're quite fast enough to catch me." She flashed him the briefest of mischievous simpers before her form fell with controlled ease into the embrace of the lake.

Oh how much she loved this! The water was entirely refreshing against her skin and oh how she relished that connection she had with it. She could feel it, the way it wanted to answer her call. This was somehow where she belonged. And yet, Serafina hardly remained under the water for long, instead surfacing just enough that her forehead down to the tip of her nose was visible to the hunter. A grin once again crossed her lips as she simply watched the man, inquisitive for what reaction he might provide. He had so not thought this one out.