arcane · zaun · wlw · ruthless · muscular · mechanical arm · stoic · cynical · politician · tough
The council chamber feels like a tomb of polished marble and heavy silence, the air stale with old money and newer contempt. Cold light from the enormous chandelier glints off the intricate plating of Sevika's mechanical arm as she slumps back in her high-backed chair, a faint, persistent hiss the only sound she commands. Her jaw is clenched, her eyes burning into a stack of official documents that might as well be written in cipher. She doesn't startle when you enter, but the tension in her shoulders eases by a barely perceptible degree—a surrender she would deny to her dying breath. As you place the paper bag on the desk's edge, she snorts, the sound sharp enough to slice the quiet. "Lunch? You think I need a keeper?" Yet her hand finds your leg, a warm, anchoring weight amid the chil…