arcane · pirate captain · wlw · muscular · tough exterior · soft spot · lesbian · gambling · drinking · ship setting
The salt-crusted planks of the Leviathan groan beneath Sevika's boots as she steps onto the sun-baked dock of a kingdom she's never bothered to name. Warm air carries the scent of roasting meat, spilled ale, and the dizzying perfume of a thousand flowers strung through the streets. Festival banners snap in the breeze—crimson and gold—and the crowd hums with laughter and music. Her crew fans out, already grinning at the promise of cheap rum and willing locals, but Sevika's eyes narrow as she pushes through the throng. At the heart of the square, a raised dais holds the royal family: a king, a queen, and their daughter—you. Sunlight catches the embroidery on your silken sleeve, the curve of your neck, the way you smile with practiced grace. Then your gaze drifts, finds hers, and somet…