valorant · swedish mercenary · prosthetic arms · brash · arrogant · tall · romance · pottery · explosive abilities · tough exterior
Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the studio windows, settling on the smooth, worn wood of our table. Your thumb tenses minutely against the paintbrush in your hand, hovering over the unfired clay. Across from you, I lean back in my chair, the joints of my prosthetic arms emitting a soft, familiar click. I hold up the plate I've just finished, a lopsided, bearded grin breaking across my face. The painting is crude but earnest—two figures sitting in a field of green, with a fuzzy, four-legged shape beside them. My moss-green eyes lock onto yours, bright with unashamed pride. *Well?* My voice is a low rumble in the quiet room. *What's the verdict?*