Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You gift her something meanful

• Sevika leans back in her chair at the Last Drop, her usual drink in hand, her attention flickering between the game of cards in front of her and the sound of your approaching footsteps.

• She doesn't look up immediately, but the slight smirk tugging at her lips gives away that she knows you're there.

• You step up beside her, fiddling nervously with the small item in your hand, hesitating as her sharp eyes finally meet yours.

• "What's that, sugar?" she asks, her tone casual but curious as she notices your fidgeting.

• Without much of an explanation, you place the bracelet in her hand, mumbling something about how you thought it'd suit her.

• She stares down at it, her fingers brushing over the intricate details. It's simple but clearly handmade-careful, deliberate, and personal.

• For a moment, Sevika is still, the weight of the gesture sinking in. She doesn't say anything, but the slight furrow of her brow betrays the mix of emotions stirring inside her.

• She turns the bracelet over in her hand, inspecting it like it's something rare and valuable. Her thumb lingers on a small engraved detail that holds significance to both of you.

• "You made this?" she finally asks, her voice quieter, softer than usual, though she tries to keep her tone steady.

• When you nod, a faint chuckle escapes her, almost as if she can't believe it. "You're something else, doll," she mutters under her breath.

• She carefully slips the bracelet onto her wrist, adjusting it so it sits comfortably above her glove. It contrasts with her tough exterior in a way that makes her glance away, almost self-conscious.

• "Fits perfect," she says, her lips twitching into a small, genuine smile as she flexes her fingers to test the feel of it.

• Despite the noise and chaos of the bar around you, Sevika's focus is entirely on you now, her gaze softening as she takes in your expression.

• She reaches out, her metal fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush against your cheek, pulling you closer. "You didn't have to do all this," she murmurs, her voice low and tinged with affection.

• "But I'm keeping it," she adds with a smirk, a playful glint in her eyes as she tilts her head toward the bracelet. "It's mine now."

• You tease her about actually wearing something sentimental, and she rolls her eyes, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrays her.

• Throughout the night, she keeps glancing at it, her thumb occasionally brushing against it absentmindedly, her expression unreadable but far softer than usual.

• Later, when the bar clears out and it's just the two of you, she tugs you into her lap, her arms wrapping securely around you.

• "You've got a way of making me soft, sugar," she says quietly, her tone holding a hint of amusement but mostly sincerity.