Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You answer sassy

• Sevika’s sitting back in her chair at The Last Drop, a cigar balanced between her fingers, her sharp gaze scanning the room as she speaks to you. Her tone is casual, but there’s always a slight edge to it.

• “You should probably let me handle this one,” she says, referring to a situation you’ve been discussing. Her smirk is faint but unmistakable, her confidence bordering on cocky.

• You glance at her, eyebrows raised, and instead of agreeing, you fire back with a sass-laden, “Oh, because you’re so much better at everything, huh?”

• The second the words leave your mouth, Sevika’s head turns, her gaze locking onto yours. Her smirk grows wider, and for a moment, the atmosphere between you shifts to a playful tension.

• “Careful, sugar,” she mutters, leaning forward slightly, resting her forearms on her knees. Her mechanical arm hums faintly as it moves, her eyes narrowing just enough to challenge you.

• You don’t back down, crossing your arms and holding her gaze with a pointed look, your own smirk tugging at your lips.

• Sevika shakes her head, chuckling under her breath as she leans back again, clearly enjoying the pushback more than she lets on.

• “You’ve got a sharp tongue, princess,” she says, flicking ash from her cigar, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and warning. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

• When you respond with another cheeky comment, Sevika’s chuckle turns into a low laugh, the sound rumbling from her chest. She doesn’t get genuinely irritated—instead, she thrives on the banter, seeing it as part of your charm.

• She sets her cigar down and leans forward again, her face close to yours now. “You’ve got some nerve, doll,” she murmurs, her tone low and teasing. “Good thing I like that about you.”

• Without warning, her hand reaches out, her human fingers brushing against your chin as she tilts your face slightly. It’s not rough, but the gesture is firm enough to remind you who you’re dealing with.

• “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you,” she adds, her smirk returning full force, her thumb brushing against your lower lip before she pulls her hand back.

• Despite her teasing, there’s a softness in her eyes, a subtle pride in how you stand up to her without fear. It’s rare for anyone to challenge her like this, and she can’t help but admire it.

• By the end, Sevika’s smirk has softened into a fond smile, and as she pulls you closer, her arm draped around your shoulder, she mutters, “You’re a piece of work, sugar. Don’t ever change.”