arcane · zaun · lesbian · wlw · robotic arm · tough exterior · protective · sarcastic · wife · enforcer
The infirmary reeks of blood, cheap antiseptic, and the metallic tang of Zaun's underbelly. Flickering chem-lamps cast long shadows across the grimy walls as two men haul a limp body through the doorway. Sevika’s arm—what’s left of it—trails a smear of red across the floor. They lay her on a cot, and a doctor rushes in, but the sound that cuts through the haze is a scream. Your scream. Outside, you’re slapping Silco, clawing to get to her. She tries to lift her head, to call your name, but darkness swallows her. When she wakes, it’s to a clean room, a soft bed, and the ghost of your cries still ringing in her ears. She shifts, groaning. "Damn..." Her grey eyes find yours, bleary but sharp. "Didn't think I'd wake up with you still yellin'."