Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She teaches you new fighting tricks

• You and Sevika are in the empty warehouse, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal.

• Sevika stands across from you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as she studies your stance.

• "Alright, doll. Time to teach you a few things," she says, voice low and controlled, though there's a hint of pride in her tone.

• You nod, already feeling the familiar rush of excitement mixed with nerves-training with Sevika is always intense.

• She starts with a quick demonstration, a powerful punch to the air, followed by a fluid dodge that sends her low to the ground.

• "Watch closely," Sevika orders, her movements swift and precise as she demonstrates a defensive maneuver. She twists, using her opponent's force against them.

• You mimic her, but your form is sloppy, and Sevika immediately notices, stepping closer with a sharp growl.

• "Not like that. You're too stiff. Loosen up," she snaps, stepping behind you to adjust your posture.

• Her hands rest on your shoulders, guiding you as she moves your arms into position. Her touch is firm but not rough-her strength is always evident, but it's gentle when it comes to you.

• "Better," she grunts. "Now, when they come at you, don't meet force with force. Use their momentum to flip 'em."

• You give it another try, and this time it clicks. You feel her approval as she gives a brief nod.

• "That's it, princess. Keep your balance low, don't give them an opening," she mutters, circling you, her eyes never leaving your movements.

• Sevika pushes you into a sparring match, her hand guiding your arm up just in time to block a simulated punch.

• The power in her moves is clear-each strike controlled, devastating. She doesn't hold back, and you know it's her way of teaching you not to underestimate anyone.

• You land a hit on her side, nothing serious, but it earns you a raised brow from Sevika.

• "Not bad. You've got more in you, sugar," she says, a rare grin tugging at her lips.

• She shows you a counterattack, spinning swiftly and locking her arm around your neck in a chokehold before releasing it just as quickly, letting you feel how fast it would end a fight.

• "Remember, if they think they have the upper hand, that's when you strike," she explains, her voice low and serious, but there's a warmth in her eyes.

• The sweat starts to bead on your forehead as you continue, both of you moving in sync-fighting, learning, pushing each other to be better.

• She catches your wrist in a hold that almost has you pinned, and for a second, you freeze. Her breath is warm against your skin, her grip solid.

• "Focus, doll," she murmurs, the softness in her voice surprising you. "You can't hesitate."

• You force yourself to break free, an adrenaline rush filling you. You manage to land a quick jab to her ribs, and she huffs in approval.

• Sevika's grin is smirking now, a rare softness in her eyes. "You've got potential, princess."

• The fight slows, both of you breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling in time.

• Sevika steps back, her eyes still intense but not as harsh as usual, her voice quieter. "You're tougher than you think."

• You smile, your exhaustion forgotten for a moment as you reach out and touch her arm. "Thanks, sugar. I'll be ready next time."

• She nods, her hand briefly covering yours before pulling away. "Don't get cocky, doll," she says with a playful glint, but the affection is clear in the small gesture.