Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You're overworking yourself

• Sevika would immediately notice when you’re pushing yourself too hard, her eyes softening as she sees the exhaustion in your movements, the way you’re barely holding yourself together.

• She’d walk over to you, concern flickering through her usually gruff exterior. “You need to stop,” she’d say, voice low but firm, “You’re pushing yourself too hard.”

• If you try to protest, she’d shake her head, her hand gently but firmly guiding you away from whatever you were working on. “I’m not letting you wear yourself out like this.”

• When you argue that you’re fine or that you still have too much to do, Sevika would sigh, a mix of frustration and affection in her tone. “You’re not fine, and I don’t care what you have left to do. You’re not doing any of it right now.”

• She’d lead you over to the couch or your bed, helping you sit down with a tenderness you wouldn’t expect from her, the usual hardness in her voice replaced by quiet insistence.

• “You’re going to rest, and that’s final,” she’d say, her tone softer than usual but no less commanding.

• Sevika would settle next to you, her hand brushing through your hair or resting gently on your shoulder, her presence warm and steady. She’s not one for words, but the way she sits beside you says everything.

• If you try to get up again, she’d stop you gently, her hand pressing to your chest, her gaze firm but filled with concern. “No more working, not until you’ve had some time to breathe.”

• She wouldn’t overdo the caring gestures, but you’d notice her subtle ways of taking care of you—bringing you a glass of water, offering you a snack, making sure you’re comfortable.

• If you apologize for being "weak" or "useless," Sevika would shake her head, a soft but serious look in her eyes. “You’re not weak,” she’d reply, her voice quiet. “You’re human. And right now, you need rest.”

• She’d press you to rest against her, offering her warmth and quiet support. If you try to protest, she’d gently say, “You’ve done enough. Let me take care of you for once.”

• When you finally start to feel better, Sevika would give you a small, approving smile, though her usual bluntness returns. “About damn time you listened to me.”

• If you try to stand up and get back to work too soon, she’d give you a knowing look and cross her arms. “You’re still not working. I mean it.”

• When you’re finally back on your feet, Sevika would let you go but stay close, making sure you don’t overdo it again. “You’re lucky I’m letting you back to work. Next time, don’t make me force you to rest.”

• Despite her tough exterior, she’d stay by your side, her presence a constant reminder that she cares more than she lets on—willing to step in and make sure you’re okay, even if it means taking control for a while.