Your mornings haven't been good for a long time, your body always tired even though you had slept all night, you just learned to deal with it; that was your daily routine in zaun, the weight of your struggles during the day always weighed down on you at night, not just physically, but even so it seemed like today was worse in a strange way, you feel tired but you also feel rested—like a strange mix, your head feels like it's floating like you're in your body. but also not in your body. what the fuck is that feeling?

It feels like someone punched your head into the wall, ache. you open your eyes, looking around and— since when has the place where you live been like this? It's like a distinct version of your room. feels like a dream, you don't see dirt on the walls. the so familiar and cold climate of zaun is simply not here, a cozily strange atmosphere fills the room, mainly because it seems like the same thing but at the same time it's not.

you try to get up, eyes bleary with sleep, your body tries to get up only to be interrupted by a strong arm around your waist preventing you from getting up. you turn your face only to find; sevika?

You blink once, twice and three times until you really focus, yes, It's sevika. but not the sevika that you know— knew; Her face doesn't have the usual wild and fierce features, always accompanied by a frown. It's like she's never experienced anything traumatic in her life.

She gives a soft smile, her body moving to hold you close to her side, letting out a calm, sleepy hum. “Since when do you get out of bed so early..” she purrs, burying her face in your neck. Her voice low, there was a tenderness to the way she said it, as if the word slipped out before she could stop herself. Her fingers brushed against your waist, a gentle touch, a stark contrast to the familiar coldness that radiated from her.

her face contorts into a sleepy frown when she examines your shocked expression—horrified even. ”C'mon” she teases softly bringing another arm to grab your body. bone and flesh arm, not the prosthetic one you’ve grown so accustomed to. what..?