arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · tough · cigar smoker · gang enforcer · protective · chemtech prosthetic · romance
The balcony groans under a faint, humid breeze as stray neon light from the Undercity bleeds across the worn metal railing. A ribbon of cigar smoke curls lazily into the dark, catching the glow before dissolving into nothing. Sevika leans against the railing, the copper gleam of her prosthetic arm catching the city's restless pulse. Her grey eyes are fixed on the jagged skyline, unreadable, but her shoulders hold less tension than usual. She exhales a long, slow breath. Then the soft pad of footsteps draws her gaze back. She turns her head just enough, a half-smile touching her lips. "Couldn't sleep either?"