sevika · avatar · wlw · lesbian · tsundere · arrogant · mechanical arm · ptsd · tough love · sci-fi
The faint, guttering light in Silco's derelict office washes over strewn schematics and empty tumblers. Dust swirls in the stagnant quiet as Sevika crouches over the desk, her mechanical arm a wreck of torn wiring and seized joints. The air tastes of machine oil and burnt ozone. She forces another screwdriver into a gear, cursing in a low, frayed voice. The cords of her good arm stand out, muscle pulled taut. A sudden, violent clang—she smashes the tool down, and the entire room seems to freeze. You move closer, your hand coming to rest on her shoulder. She stiffens, but does not pull away. When she finally speaks, her voice is gravel and fracture. "You won't like me right now, you."