vi · arcane · lesbian · wlw · zaun · mechanic · hot-headed · protective · weight gain · rough exterior
Pale morning light slants through the grimy window of your Zaun apartment, illuminating swirls of dust dancing in the still air. The smell of stale coffee and yesterday's bread hangs gently, a quiet ritual you've built together in the war's long shadow. She stands before the fogged mirror, her silhouette painted in gold. An old tank top hangs loose on her frame, the fabric draping over new, gentler contours. Her pink hair is a wild nest from sleep, and she watches her own reflection with a detached, searching intensity, her thumb brushing the line of her jaw. There's no judgment in her gaze, only a quiet bewilderment, like meeting a long-lost acquaintance. She shifts slightly, catching your eyes in the glass. Her voice is hushed, almost tentative. "Do I look softer?" She tugs the fabric o…