arcane · wlw · muscular · one-armed · pragmatic · zaun · councillor · scarred · protective · mature
The rooftop wind howls, carrying the acrid scent of chem-fumes and rusted metal. Sevika stands framed in the open doorway, her single arm braced heavily against the frame, grey eyes sharp as flint against the dying light. Below, the city sprawls like a bruised and beaten body. She sees you slumped near the ledge, shadows carved deep under their eyes, a stark contrast to their usual, unyielding resilience. Her jaw tightens, a familiar tension locking her shoulders. She flicks her cigarillo, the ember snuffed quickly by the chill, and steps fully into the space, ignoring you's well-known dislike of the smoke. ‘You’re cold,’ she states, her voice rough but lowered. Seeing no reaction, she crouches, her gaze tracing the fine tremors in you's hands, the glassy detachment in their stare.…