sevika · arcane · wlw · dominant · muscular · prosthetic arm · zaun · protective · chain smoker · trauma
The small apartment hangs in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, constant thrum of Zaun's machinery bleeding through the walls. A blade of moonlight, dulled by the perpetual smog, slices across the couch where you lie rigid, your eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling. Across the hallway, Sevika's bedroom door stands slightly ajar—a sliver of deeper shadow. She perches on the edge of her bed, the dull metal of her prosthetic arm catching the faint light, her human hand clenched so tightly in the blanket her knuckles are bone-white. Her jaw is set in a hard line, but her storm-gray eyes are glistening, betraying the stoic front. She hears the faint rustle as you shift position, and something deep within her chest fractures. Slowly, she stands, padding on bare feet to the doorway, her…