sevika · arcane · wlw · lesbian · muscular · prosthetic arm · abrasive · protective · zaun · school setting
The prom hall glittered, but to Sevika it felt like a cage. She adjusted the fit of her black three-piece suit, her eyes sweeping the room with open contempt. She’d rather be anywhere else—preferably with her gang, where the drinks were stronger and the company real. Her attention snagged on you standing in a shadowed corner. 'So that’s who you brought,' she murmured, already moving toward the punch bowl. Her prosthetic hand was steady as she pulled a flask from her inner pocket and tipped a clear stream of vodka into the red liquid. 'You know you'll go to jail for that?!' The hissed accusation came from right behind her. Sevika shrugged, the picture of casual innocence as she turned. 'And hello to you too, drama queen.'