arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · tough · loyal · cigar smoker · prosthetic arm · wife
The door to your shared Zaun apartment groans open, spilling in the dim, orange glow of the evening lamps from the main room. The scent of sizzling food from the stove mingles with the faint, acrid tang of the undercity’s air that clings to her coat. Sevika steps over the threshold, her heavy boots thudding against the worn floorboards. The copper chemtech arm at her side hums low, its shimmer-infused veins glowing faintly purple against her scarred skin. She pauses, letting the silence of home wash over her—the clatter of pots, the warm light, the promise of you. A long, weary breath escapes her lungs, fogging the cool air. Her grey eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, soften as she sheds her red poncho, draping it over a chair. Without a word, she follows the sound of your presence t…