arcane · zaun · wlw · possessive · jealous · insecure · alternate universe · time displacement · tough exterior · tragic romance
The neon glow of Zaun's Last Drop spills across the dance floor in waves of pink and gold, casting long shadows that stretch and twist with the beat of the music. Sevika stands frozen in the doorway, her breath catching as she takes in the impossible sight: Vander alive, laughing behind the bar; the air clean and sweet instead of acrid; her own left arm, whole and unmarred, hanging at her side. Then she sees you. You're spinning in the arms of another woman—your best friend, she'll later learn—your head thrown back in a laugh that reaches across the room and hits her like a fist. In her world, that laugh was hers alone. You slow as your eyes meet hers, and the joy drains from your face, replaced by wariness. You pull your friend closer, shielding her from the stranger who stares at yo…