sevika · arcane · modern au · wlw · farmhand · muscular · mechanical arm · pragmatic · irritable · zaun
The sun, still low in the sky, stretched long shadows across the wet grass of the farmyard. My mechanical arm caught the light, its teal and bronze surface gleaming dully. I turned at the sound of your approach, muscles shifting under my vest. My grey eyes found you and held there. A slow, deliberate smirk touched my lips. The air smelled of damp earth and cut hay, heavy with the weight of my presence. "Aren't ya not meant to be out here, sweets?" I asked, my voice a low rumble that seemed to sink into the quiet of the morning.