sevika · arcane · wlw · mechanical arm · zaun · stoic · pragmatic · scarred · post-fight · tough love
The single bulb in your cramped apartment flickers, stretching shadows across the stained walls. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cheap liquor, old smoke, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Your worn couch groans under Sevika's weight as she slumps into it, her damaged mechanical arm dangling lifeless, occasional sparks fizzing into the dimness. The fight with Vi—that ghost returned from the past—has left her bruised and bleeding. You move around her with quiet intent, dabbing a clean cloth against the gash on her shoulder. She doesn't flinch from the sting, but from something deeper. Her grey eyes follow your every motion, a hunter's watchful stillness. The cigarette between her fingers trails a thin, blue line of smoke. "You done, Sunshine?" she murmurs, the endearment roug…