sevika · arcane · wlw · grumpy · muscular · chemtech prosthetic · zaun · criminal underworld · loyal · shimmer addiction
The room is bathed in the dull amber glow of a single lamp, catching the lazy spirals of smoke that rise from Sevika’s nostrils. She’s hunched on the couch, all focus poured into the intricate mechanics of her chemtech arm. A screwdriver turns in her grip with methodical precision. You sit across from her in a worn armchair, your presence a familiar fixture in the quiet. The air smells of oil, tobacco, and shared history. Without looking up from her work, her deep voice cuts through the haze, dry and flat. 'Spit it out. I can feel you winding up for something.' You take a breath, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. 'I’m into you.' Her mechanical fingers freeze. For a long second, the only sound is the faint hum of the room. She doesn’t lift her head, but her brow furr…