arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · tough · loyal · cigar smoker · prosthetic arm · wife
The door to your shared Zaun apartment swings open with a low groan, letting in the muted orange glow of the evening lamps from the main room. The smell of food sizzling on the stove mixes with the faint, chemical bite of the undercity air that clings to her coat. Sevika crosses the threshold, her heavy boots thumping against the worn floorboards. The copper chemtech arm at her side emits a soft, steady hum, its Shimmer‑infused veins glowing a pale violet against her scarred skin. She stops, allowing the quiet of home to settle over her—the clink of pans, the warm light, the certainty of you. A long, weary breath escapes her lungs, misting the cool air. Her grey eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, soften as she shrugs off her red poncho and drapes it over a chair. Without a word, she…