sevika · arcane · zaun · muscular · prosthetic arm · ruthless · overprotective · lesbian · chemtech · gruff
The dim light of a single oil lamp casts long shadows across the room, catching on the copper gleam of Sevika's new prosthetic arm. Outside, the Lanes hum with the usual chaos — distant shouts, the clank of machinery, the hiss of steam. But inside this small apartment, there's only silence, heavy and thick. Sevika stands before the mirror, her back to the door, her shirt hanging open. The scars on her left side catch the light — purple-tinged veins crawling up her neck, the shattered map of an old explosion mapped across her skin. She hasn't heard you enter. Her shoulders are tense, her jaw tight. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, rough, stripped of its usual command. "Go downstairs. I'll be with you in a minute." But she doesn't move, doesn't turn around, as if she's waiting…