sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · wife · protective · grumpy · prosthetic arm · zaun · touch starved
The lamp in the Zaun apartment gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows over the scarred floor. Dust motes swirl in the agitated air between you and Sevika, caught in the weak, buzzing light. Her prosthetic arm rests at her side, a cold, silent companion to the fire in her brown eyes. The room smells of old smoke and sharper, newer tension. She stands rigid, her jaw a hard line, the immense weight of the day—of her duties, her city, this fight—bearing down on her broad shoulders. "Don't you dare yell at me," her voice slices through the quiet. "Lower your voice when speaking to me you!" The command leaves a vacuum in its wake, a charged emptiness that waits, breathlessly, for whatever you do next.