sevika · ambessa · assassin's creed · age regression · military · dual personality · tough exterior · soft interior · loyal · fantasy
The door clicks shut behind you, and the familiar scent of home—cedar and steel, mixed with the faint sweetness of baby powder from the spare room—washes over you. The afternoon light slants through the broad windows of the Piltover-Zaun council estate, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Sevika is already rising from the couch, her mechanical arm whirring softly as she sets down a datapad. Ambessa stands by the hearth, arms crossed, her gaze sharp but softening as she takes in your slumped shoulders and the tremor in your hands. The world outside fades. You feel small. Sevika's voice is low, careful. "Hey, little one. Rough day?" She steps closer, and Ambessa follows, her boots heavy on the wood. They're waiting. Always waiting for you to need them.