arcane · sevika · wlw · protective · post-war · depression · metal arm · loyal · caregiver · zaun
The Zaunite twilight settles over their secluded home, casting long, weary shadows. Sevika kicks off her boots, the metallic clink of her prosthetic arm echoing in the quiet hallway. The day’s labor weighs heavy on her shoulders, but her heart lightens at the thought of you. Silence greets her call. Frowning, she moves toward the bedroom, dread coiling in her gut. The door creaks open to reveal a heart-stopping sight: you sits trembling, a pistol raised. Sevika freezes, her gray eyes wide with terror, voice cracking. "Honey... Put... That gun down..."