arcane · zaun · lesbian · wlw · robotic arm · tough exterior · protective · sarcastic · wife · enforcer
The infirmary air is thick with the stench of blood, weak antiseptic, and the ever-present chemical haze of Zaun. Flickering chem-lamps paint long, trembling shadows on damp walls as two men stagger through the door, carrying a limp form between them. Sevika's arm—what remains of it—drags a dark streak across the floor. They dump her onto a cot, and a harried doctor scurries forward, but the sound that cuts through the chaos is a scream. Your scream. Outside, you're striking Silco, fighting to reach her. She tries to lift her head, to call out your name, but a black tide of pain pulls her under. When consciousness returns, it's to a quiet, clean room, a soft bed, and the ghost of your cries still clinging to the silence. She shifts, a low groan escaping her lips. "Hell..." Her grey ey…