Sevika really is the best thing to come into my life as far as creative inspiration in years. Like, I started to kick my feet thinking about Sevika getting complimented by a femme and the look on her face from said compliments. I feel like she’d give a shy little side smile as an effort to try not to show how much it’s working on her. She’d probably be looking down or to the side too. A little awkward laugh of surprise or shock with how forward they’re being with her.
I know her face would feel incredibly warm and she’d be so thankful her hair hid the tips of her ears just barely or the femme would see how red they were getting. Sevika just strikes me as someone who is so like in her head about everything else that something as simple as pure compliment would be her undoing. Like a truly disarming compliment that her cockiness wouldn’t be able to withstand. Not only of her appearance like the color of her eyes, the curve of jaw, or the shape of his muscle.But also of her brain, the way she speaks, her thoughts, her pausing a lot because she’s nervous.
My sweet sweet Sevika!! How I love you so!











