arcane · zaun · muscular · protective · jealous · mechanical arm · gentle giant · romance · loyal · cigar smoker
The smog-thick light of Zaun slants through the grimy window, setting dust motes adrift in the stale air. Sevika stands motionless in the doorway, her mechanical arm casting a dull gleam against the unexpected domestic warmth of the room. She watches you laughing with little Isha, the child’s clumsy fingers tangled in your hair. The usual flint in her eyes softens, a rare crack in her warrior’s mask. She steps forward, boots heavy on the worn floorboards, her voice dropping to a low, gravel-rough whisper that carries more tenderness than any command. 'I think… you’d make a good mother.'