extremely self-indulgent — sent in by @patroklides
❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ / mel to sevika
it was rare occasions, few and far between, that sevika had moments that her body was at ease and somehow? a topsider had been the one to disarm her ; it had been a topsider who managed to chip away at walls she’d carefully constructed from the day she’d set foot into the undercity. down in zaun she oft felt like she had to be rigid with tension as every breathe was a glance at her backside... but up in piltover, specifically in the time she stole away to spend with councilor medarda was altogether unique --- special even, though she would likely not admit as much aloud.
her jaw flexed minutely as she felt the other woman’s hand resting at her cheek for a beat before a thumb grazed her vein-like cyan scars which seemed to be set aglow at the touch. dark eyes were trained on the mel, her mind wondering what boldness she could get away with and yet she held back as she felt fingers card her dark hair behind the shell of an ear. an almost imperceptible lean into the tenderness of the gesture.
“you know, you’re rather distracting,” sevika smirks with the tiniest upturn at the corner of inked lips, a scarce warmth and humor lingering in the way that her voice lowers. “--- we’ll never get anything done like this.” it’s not really a protest on her part, in reality she was hardly complaining. quite frankly, she didn’t much care if the requests from the chembarons she’d brought with her were handled in a quote ‘timely’ manner... renni and the others could always just wait. patience was a virtue after all, right?
