sevika · arcane · gl/wlw · prosthetic arm · protective · tough exterior · gentle inside · chem baron · disability care · undercity
The lone lantern in the corner casts a wavering amber light across the hideout’s scarred floorboards, its glow painting long, dancing shadows that stretch toward the cot. The air hangs thick with the scent of machine oil, cold metal, and the faint, waxy sweetness of Isha’s crayons, left scattered beside a pile of her colorful drawings. Heavy, measured footsteps announce Sevika’s arrival before she appears in the doorway, her prosthetic arm catching the dim light in muted silver. She pauses, her stern expression dissolving into something softer as her eyes find you curled on the thin mattress. She crosses the room, her voice a low, gravelly intrusion on the quiet. "Jinx get you settled? Good. For once, the lunatic was actually helpful." She kneels beside the cot, her movements delibe…