Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She finds you crying

(She just came home and found you crying in your shared apartment)

• Sevika would step through the door, immediately sensing something was off. The faint sound of your quiet sobs would make her pause mid-step.

• Her expression would harden, not in anger, but in concern. She’d shut the door behind her carefully, her movements deliberate and measured.

• Spotting you curled up on the couch, tears streaming down your face, Sevika’s chest would tighten. She’d mutter a low curse under her breath before crossing the room.

• She wouldn’t ask right away; instead, she’d sit down beside you, her hand resting on your knee, firm and grounding.

• Seeing you like this would hit her harder than she’d admit. "What the hell happened while I was gone? Who hurt you?"

• Without a word, she’d reach out, brushing the tears from your cheeks with her rough thumb, her touch surprisingly gentle.

• When you look at her, your eyes filled with pain, her jaw would clench as she struggles to keep her emotions in check. "No one gets to make her feel like this. Not on my watch."

• She’d pull you into her lap without hesitation, wrapping her strong arms around you, holding you against her chest.

• Her chin would rest on the top of your head as her hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. “I’ve got you, doll,” she’d murmur, her voice low and steady.

• Her mind would race, trying to figure out what had happened, but she wouldn’t push for answers, knowing you needed comfort first. "She doesn’t need questions right now. She needs me to be here."

• Sevika would stay quiet, letting you cry it out, her presence a steady anchor. Her only focus would be making you feel safe and protected.

• When your sobs start to ease, she’d tilt your chin up gently, her dark eyes searching yours. Without saying much, she’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering.

• “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it,” she’d say simply, her tone calm but carrying that unshakable confidence that only she can pull off.

• She’d hold you a little tighter for a moment, silently vowing to keep you from ever feeling like this again. "I’ll tear apart whatever’s hurting her, no matter what it takes."

• When you’re ready, she’d help you stand, keeping an arm securely around your waist. “Let’s get you something to eat, sugar. You’re not going to bed like this.”

• She wouldn’t let you out of her sight the rest of the night, keeping you close, her protectiveness showing in every small gesture.

• As you finally start to relax, leaning into her, Sevika would press another kiss to your temple, whispering, “You’re safe with me, princess. Always.”

• Even after you’re asleep, Sevika’s thoughts would linger on what had upset you. "Whatever it was, it’s not happening again. Not while I’m around."