Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You are in danger during a mission

• The moment Sevika notices you're in trouble, her entire focus shifts to you, her eyes scanning the situation with precision.

• Her heart would clench, though she'd never let it show, the sight of you cornered or overwhelmed lighting a fire in her veins. "No one touches her. Not while I'm here."

• She'd move fast and efficiently, her mechanical arm whirring as she takes down anyone between her and you. Each hit would be brutal, her movements calculated to clear a path to you.

• Her voice would cut through the chaos, low and commanding. "Stay down, doll. I'll handle this." Even as she fights, her attention stays partly on you, ensuring you're still safe.

• If anyone got too close, Sevika's rage would turn flare. Her strikes woult turn even more brutal and quickly.

• When she reaches you, she'd grab your wrist firmly, pulling you behind her. Her broad frame would act as a shield, placing herself between you and the danger without hesitation.

• "I told you to keep your head down." She'd growl, though there's no real anger- just fear hidden behind her usual tough exterior.

• As more threats approach, she'd push you into cover, her eyes locking with yours for a brief moment, a silent reassurance that she got this.

• Her mechanical arm would hum as she fights, the brutal efficiency of her attacks leaving no room for mercy.

• Between strikes, her gaze would dart back to you, checking to make sure you're still safe. Her mind would race, a mix of fury and desperation. "If she's hurt, I'll never forgive myself."

• When the fight ends, she'd immediately turn to you, her breaths heavy but controlled. Her hands would cup your face to check for any injuries.

• "You good, sugar?" Her voice would be gruff, but her hand would tremble slightly as it brush over your face, shoulder and arm, ensuring you're in one piece.

• She would make sure not to touch you with her metal arm which was blood covered now.

• If you're hurt, even just slightly, her jaw would tighten, and her expression would darken. "I'll find whoever's responsible for this, and they won't live to regret it."

• She's pull you close, her embrace firm and protective, one hand cradling the back of your head. "Next time, you stick by me. Got it?"

• Even after the danger passes, her adrenaline wouldn't fully fade. She'd keep you close, her body tense and ready to react to any remaining threats.

• Once you're somewhere safe, Sevika would finally relax slightly, though her protective instincts would remain on high alert.

• She'd pour herself a drink, handing one to you without asking, her hand lingering on yours as if to silently reassure herself that you're still here and feeling fine.

•Sitting beside you, arm draped protectively over your shoulder, she'd mutter: "No more close calls, princess. I can't...i won't lose you."

• Despite her gruff exterior, her touch would stay gentle, her unspoken affection clear in the way she keeps you within reach. "You're my world, (name). I'll die befor I let anything happen to you."