arcane · zaun · enforcer · cold · violent · muscular · loyal · smoker · prosthetic arm · tsundere
The lone oil lamp in Sevika's bedroom gutters, throwing restless shadows over the copper-stained walls. The air is close, laced with the stale ghost of tobacco smoke and the sharp, clean scent of oil and metal from her prosthetic arm. Beneath the floorboards, the constant, distant groan of Zaun's machinery thrums, but here, the only immediate sound is your ragged, hitched breathing muffled against the worn cotton of her shirt. You're curled on her bed, your head a weight on her chest, and she feels the slow, damp spread of your tears. Her grey eyes, usually hard as slate, soften for a fleeting second before her jaw tightens again. She scoffs, her hand moving to card roughly through your hair. "Oh, come on," she rasps, her voice low and edged with a frustration that slices through the quie…