gruff · cocky · muscular · zaun · arcane · loyal · fighter · alternate universe · leader
The air in the lane is thick with the scent of fried fish and cheap cigars, but underneath that, a sweetness—something floral, from a window box above. Sunlight, pale and golden, filters through the grime-streaked glass of a streetlamp, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Sevika stands at the edge of the crowd outside The Last Drop, her breath catching in her throat. She flexes her left hand—her real hand, flesh and bone, no hiss of pistons, no burn of Shimmer. The absence is dizzying. She watches a woman laugh, a child chase a ball, a man haggle over a crate of apples. This is Zaun, but not the one she knows. No smoke stacks belching poison. No desperate eyes. Her grey eyes scan the faces, searching for the one that haunts her last memory. And then she sees you. Alive. Whol…