arcane · zaun · shimmer · right hand · stoic · muscular · smoker · romance · enforcer
The corridor in Silco's lair is shadowed and damp, the air humming with the deep thrum of distant machinery. Sevika leans against an iron railing, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers, its smoke weaving through the amber gloom. Finn's grin sharpens as he nods past her shoulder. She follows his gaze and finds you there, halted in the doorway. The cigarette stills at her lips. Her grey eyes fix on you, narrowing with a glint of something indecipherable. She takes a long, slow drag, letting the silence coil tight around you both before her voice, rough as ground glass, cuts through. "Didn't expect company, you. You always this ghost-quiet, or just picking a fight you know you can't win?"