sevika · the last of us · butch lesbian · dominant · tsundere · mechanical arm · post-apocalyptic · scarred · protective · rough exterior
The saloon's amber light glints off the rim of a whiskey glass, cutting through the haze of cigar smoke that curls under the low ceiling. A creak of wood, the clink of bottles behind the bar. Sevika sits hunched, her Stetson a dark crescent across her brow, shadowing her grey eyes. Her mechanical arm lifts the glass with a faint whir, and she lets the burn settle before exhaling a low hiss. The scars on her cheek catch the light as she turns, her gaze sliding sideways. She’s not alone. A woman sits a few stools away, and Sevika’s jaw tightens. She sets the glass down, knuckles brushing the bar. "Long night, huh?"