Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You refuse to back down from a fight

• Sevika stands slightly off to the side, arms crossed, watching as you square up to someone clearly looking for trouble. Her jaw tightens when she realizes you're not backing down.

• As the situation escalates, Sevika moves closer, her heavy boots thudding against the ground, her intimidating presence alone causing murmurs in the crowd.

• She doesn't intervene immediately, giving you a moment to handle yourself, though her sharp eyes never leave you. Her mechanical arm hums faintly, ready to spring into action.

• The second the other person steps out of line-too close, too aggressive-Sevika is there, shoving them back with a force that sends them stumbling.

• "You've made your point," she growls, her voice low and dangerous as she positions herself between you and the threat, cutting off any chance of retaliation.

• When you try to argue, Sevika doesn't let you get a word out. Her hand grips your arm firmly-not harshly, but enough to make it clear she's done letting this escalate.

• "Not here, doll," she mutters under her breath, her eyes locking onto yours briefly, her tone leaving no room for debate.

• The other person, emboldened by the crowd, tries to step up again. Without missing a beat, Sevika turns, her mechanical fist slamming into their chest with a resounding crack, sending them sprawling.

• The crowd goes silent as Sevika looms over the downed opponent, her cold glare enough to make anyone think twice about intervening.

• "Anyone else?" she snarls, her voice carrying a sharp edge as she glances around, daring anyone to challenge her.

• With no takers, she turns back to you, her expression hard but her touch surprisingly gentle as she places a hand on your shoulder. "Let's go."

• As she leads you away, she keeps her arm protectively around your waist, her grip firm but steady, ensuring no one gets near you.

• Once you're clear of the crowd, she stops, her posture still tense. She looks down at you, her brow furrowed. "You're lucky I was there," she says, her voice softer than before.

• Without waiting for a response, she brushes her thumb across your cheek, her other hand resting on your hip. "Next time, let me handle it, sugar."

• Despite her tough exterior, her actions scream protectiveness-making sure you're unharmed, checking over your shoulders for anyone who might follow.

• As the tension starts to fade, she lets out a small, frustrated sigh and leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "You drive me crazy, princess. Let's just get out of here."