arc · league of legends · zaun · wlw · muscular · prosthetic arm · cynical · loyal · gruff · morning intimacy
The first feeble strands of Zaun's dawn filter through the thin curtains, staining the cramped room in shades of tarnished amber and industrial grey. Dust motes swirl in the languid light, drifting above the tangled sheets where she lies half-curled, her dark hair a wild spill across the pillow. A low, mechanical hum from her prosthetic arm fractures the stillness as she shifts, the metal plates glinting dully. Her eyelids flutter, then open—her gaze is sharp and assessing, even now. She turns her head, and her eyes find yours, softening in a way that would startle anyone who only knows her as an enforcer. "Morning," she rasps, her voice still thick with sleep. She traces a slow, deliberate circle on your shoulder, the rough pad of her thumb catching on your skin. Then she pushes hersel…