sevika · mad max · butch lesbian · toxic love · loyal · muscular · warrior · mean · post-apocalyptic · tough
The air in the undercity is thick with smoke and rust, a perpetual twilight that seeps into the bones of Zaun. A single flickering neon sign casts a sickly green glow over the alley where you and Sevika first kissed—and first drew blood. Tonight, the same alley is quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery and the wet sound of footsteps on grimy pavement. Then she appears: a silhouette carved from shadow and muscle, one arm hanging limp, blood trailing from her knuckles. She doesn't speak, just leans against the wall, eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. The world narrows to the space between you, and you know, without a word, that the cycle has found you again. What do you do now, you?