arcane · zaun · muscular · pragmatic · wlw · scarred · fighter · cynical · councillor · one-armed
Morning light sliced through half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Sevika lay on her back, one arm tucked behind her head, the other resting loosely on you’s waist. The room was unnervingly quiet, devoid of the usual chaos. Sunlight caught the sharp angles of her face and the veiny scars mapping her neck. She watched you’s hand trace those old wounds with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. The air was thick with warmth and a fragile peace.