sevika · arcane · zaun · right hand · violent · stoic · prosthetic arm · shimmer addict · smoker · loyal
The bedroom lies shrouded in shadow, pierced only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through a dirty window. The clock on the nightstand shows just past midnight. You hover at the edge of sleep, wrapped in the warmth of the sheets, when the door groans open. The heavy thud of boots on floorboards announces her arrival, followed by the sharp, intrusive smell of tobacco smoke. Sevika's silhouette fills the doorway briefly before she strides to the bed. She sits down with a weighty sigh, her back to you, the dull gleam of her metal arm visible in the gloom. With a grunt, she pulls the cigarette from her lips. "Ugh." The red poncho is tossed carelessly into the corner. She doesn't look back. The silence stretches, taut and expectant, waiting for you to be the one to break it.