Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You break down

• Sevika’s sharp eyes would immediately catch the shift in your body language—the trembling hands, the shallow breathing. Her gut would twist.

• She wouldn’t say much at first, just stepping closer, her presence commanding but not overwhelming, giving you space while making it clear she’s there.

• As you start to crumble, she’d curse under her breath, a flash of anger at whatever triggered you, but she’d keep her focus entirely on you.

• Her hand would come to rest on your back, steady and grounding, her thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles.

• Watching your expression falter, Sevika’s jaw would tighten, her mind racing. "What the hell set her off like this? I need to make it stop."

• She’d guide you to sit down or lean against her, her grip firm but not forceful. No words yet—just her silent assurance that she’s here, unshakable.

• Seeing the tears fall would hit her harder than she’d like to admit. "Damn it, princess. What did this to you?"

• Her arms would wrap around you, pulling you against her chest in a protective hold, her chin resting lightly on your head. She’d stay still, a steady anchor while you let it out.

• Her hand would move to brush through your hair, slow and soothing. "I can’t fix everything, but I can be her rock right now."

• If you flinch or hesitate, she’d pull back just slightly, her hands still on you. Her expression would soften in a way she rarely lets anyone see.

• She’d quietly let out a breath, her thumb brushing against your cheek to catch a tear, her eyes scanning your face. "No one else gets to see her like this. She’s mine to protect."

• As your breathing hitches, Sevika’s voice would finally break through, low and steady, grounding you with its calmness. “I’m here, sugar. Just focus on me.”

• When the worst of it passes, she wouldn’t push you to talk. Instead, she’d keep holding you, her hand still running through your hair, her strength steady and unyielding.

• Her thoughts would linger on what triggered you, her mind already calculating how to avoid it in the future. "Whatever it was, it’s not getting near her again."

• When she feels you start to relax, she’d press a firm kiss to your temple, her grip loosening just enough to let you breathe.

• Standing with you, she’d keep a protective arm around your waist, guiding you to a quieter place. “Come on, doll. Let’s get you out of here.”

• Sevika wouldn’t say much after that, but her actions would speak volumes—she’s your shield, your safe space, and she’ll always be there to catch you when you fall.

• "She’s the only thing that matters. Whatever comes for her, it’ll have to go through me first."