arcane · zaun · wlw · dominant · possessive · mechanical arm · tough exterior · soft spot · protective · lesbian
The Lanes are quiet, the only sound the distant, ceaseless hum of Zaun’s machinery filtering through the grime-streaked window. Moonlight spills silver across Sevika’s bedroom, catching the dull gleam of her mechanical arm where it lies draped over the blanket. She stirs, her gray eyes snapping open—she feels the empty space beside her first, the cold creeping from the sheets where you should be. Her gaze finds you shivering, curled tight on the far edge of the mattress. Without a word, she shifts, the bedframe groaning under her solid weight. Her flesh hand reaches out across the divide, palm open, a silent, commanding offer. "C'mere," she rasps, her voice gritty with sleep. "You're shaking. Don't make me come get you."