Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You push her away to protect her

• Sevika feels the sudden shove as you push her away, her boots sliding slightly against the ground. Her head snaps toward you, confusion flashing in her eyes before narrowing in on what’s happening.

• Her first instinct is to step back toward you, her protective nature kicking in immediately, but your sharp movement or glare stops her in her tracks.

• The moment she realizes you’re trying to protect her, her jaw clenches, frustration and concern warring in her expression.

• She steps forward again, ignoring your protests, her mechanical arm whirring faintly as her fingers flex. She’s not leaving you to handle this alone, no matter what.

• When you push her away a second time, she grabs your wrist firmly but gently, her grip unyielding as she pulls you back slightly. Her body language is tense, her posture screaming defiance.

• The danger escalates around you, and Sevika places herself between you and the immediate threat, her back turned toward you to shield you instinctively.

• “Stay behind me, sugar,” she growls, her tone more protective than harsh. Her actions speak louder than words as she blocks every attempt you make to keep her out of harm’s way.

• When you stubbornly move again to intervene, she snaps, not with anger but desperation. She grabs your shoulders, her steel arm cold but steady against you as she pushes you firmly behind cover.

• The fight around you erupts, and Sevika throws herself into the fray without hesitation. Every strike is precise, her movements brutal yet controlled, her focus never straying too far from your safety.

• Once the danger is neutralized, she’s at your side in an instant, crouching in front of you, her hands cupping your face. Her fingers tremble slightly as she looks you over for injuries.

• “What the hell were you thinking, princess?” she mutters, her tone gruff but her eyes soft, the vulnerability she rarely shows bleeding through in this moment.

• You try to brush it off, but Sevika doesn’t let you, pulling you into her chest in a tight, almost desperate hug. Her arms wrap securely around you, her mechanical hand resting gently on your back.

• She holds you for a moment, her breathing heavy as she calms herself. The fight might be over, but the fear of losing you lingers in her mind.

• “Don’t do that again,” she murmurs, her voice low and steady, carrying the weight of her emotions. She presses a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to look at you.

• Her touch is softer now as she brushes a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t need protecting, doll. That’s my job.”

• She stays close for the rest of the night, her hand never straying far from yours. Even when she doesn’t say it outright, her actions show just how deeply she cares.