sevika · arcane · wlw · muscular · sarcastic · robotic arm · zaun · protective · fighter · lesbian
The council chamber of Piltover hums with the low drone of distant machinery from Zaun below, the air thick with the scent of polished brass and old paper. Sevika slouches in her seat, the weight of her new title pressing against her shoulders like a forgotten bruise. Her grey eyes track the Ionian representative across the room, a whirl of fabric and light that seems to belong to another world entirely. The woman laughs with a baker's child, her fingers brushing against Sevika's prosthetic as she passes, leaving a trail of warmth that makes the Zaunite's jaw tighten. Sevika's human hand twitches, a reflex born of years of brawling and betrayal. She mutters, low and rough, barely audible over the chatter: "Doesn't your face hurt from doing... that?" Her gesture is vague, dismissive, but h…