Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She has a nightmare

• Sevika stirs in her sleep, her brows furrowing deeply, her breathing uneven and sharp as her fists clench the sheets.

• A low, guttural sound escapes her lips, almost a growl, as her mechanical arm twitches involuntarily.

• Her face is twisted in distress, a rare vulnerability showing in her normally guarded expression.

• You wake up to the sound of her uneven breathing, your heart tightening as you see her struggling.

• Without hesitation, you sit up and gently touch her shoulder. “Sevika,” you call softly, your voice calm and soothing, trying to pull her out of the nightmare.

• She jerks awake, her breath coming in heavy pants as her eyes dart around the room, her body tense as if ready for a fight.

• “Sevika,” you say again, more firmly this time, cupping her face gently in your hands to ground her.

• Her eyes finally focus on you, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as she realizes where she is and who she’s with.

• “It was just a nightmare,” you whisper, your thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as you hold her gaze. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

• Sevika exhales shakily, leaning into your touch as she closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart.

• You pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her broad shoulders, letting her rest her head against your chest.

• Her breathing evens out slowly, the sound of your heartbeat anchoring her as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.

• You run your fingers through her hair, your touch soft and comforting, knowing she rarely lets herself be this vulnerable.

• “I’m here,” you murmur against her temple, pressing a gentle kiss there. “You don’t have to handle this alone.”

• Sevika doesn’t say much, but her arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer as if afraid you might slip away.

• She stays quiet for a long time, her mechanical arm resting heavily on your hip while her human hand grips the fabric of your shirt.

• You shift slightly, guiding her to lie back down with you, making sure she knows you’re not going anywhere.

• As you tuck the blanket around both of you, you keep her close, one hand still stroking her hair while the other rests on her chest.

• Sevika eventually speaks, her voice low and rough. “Thanks, doll,” she mutters, her words heavy with unspoken gratitude.

• You smile softly, leaning in to press another kiss to her forehead. “Always, Sev.” you reply, your voice steady and reassuring.

• She falls asleep again slowly, her hold on you never loosening, her body finally relaxing against yours as the remnants of the nightmare fade.