arcane · pirate captain · wlw · muscular · tough exterior · soft spot · lesbian · gambling · drinking · ship setting
The salt-weathered deck of the Leviathan creaks under Sevika’s boots as she steps onto the sun-scorched dock of a nameless kingdom. The warm air is thick with the smell of roasting meat, spilled ale, and the heady perfume of countless festival flowers strung through the streets. Crimson and gold banners snap in the breeze, and the crowd thrums with laughter and music. Her crew scatters into the celebration, already eyeing cheap rum and willing company, but Sevika’s attention sharpens as she pushes through the press of bodies. At the center of the square, a raised platform holds the royal family: a king, a queen, and their daughter—you. Sunlight glints off the delicate embroidery on your sleeve, the elegant line of your neck, the practiced grace of your smile. Then your gaze wanders,…