• The fight is chaotic, punches flying, and you're both surrounded by enemies, barely keeping track of each other.
• Adrenaline courses through you, every swing and dodge a desperate attempt to survive in the chaos.
• You catch movement in your peripheral and react instinctively, spinning with your weapon in hand to defend yourself.
• The impact connects, but instead of an enemy’s grunt, you hear a sharp, pained gasp—her gasp.
• You freeze, heart dropping as you realize what just happened.
• Turning quickly, you see Sevika stagger back, clutching her side where you struck her, blood already seeping through her clothes.
• “Sevika!” you cry out, dropping your weapon, your stomach twisting with horror and guilt.
• She tries to wave you off, gritting her teeth. “I’m fine. Focus, doll. Fight’s not over.”
• But you can’t focus, not when she’s hurt, not when you hurt her.
• You move to her side, trying to support her, but she growls through the pain, “I said I’m fine. Don’t get yourself killed over me.”
• Her words are sharp, but you can see the pain in her eyes—not just physical, but emotional too, knowing this was an accident.
• The fight rages on, but your movements are shaky, your focus splintered as you keep looking back at her.
• Eventually, the fight ends, and you’re by her side instantly, hands trembling as you inspect the wound.
• “Sev, I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”
• “Stop,” she cuts you off, her voice softer now. “I know. You didn’t mean to.”
• Despite her words, the guilt gnaws at you, your hands still trembling as you try to clean the wound.
• She catches your hand with her metal one, steadying you. “Look at me, sugar. I’m okay. It’s not that bad.”
• Her attempt to reassure you only makes your eyes well up, and she sighs, pulling you close despite the pain.
• “You didn’t hurt me on purpose. Stop beating yourself up,” she murmurs, her hand brushing your hair as you lean into her.
• Even injured, she’s the one comforting you, her strength unwavering as she holds you close.
• Later, when she’s patched up, she teases you lightly to lift your spirits, calling you her “wild little fighter.”
• But the guilt lingers, and she senses it, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and whispering, “I trust you, doll. Always.”
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Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°
Hayran Kurguokay so since nobody realy writes any headcanons about this god damn fine looking women (i swear she is killing me TT) i decided to do it myself. this will basically be only about Sevika, like the titel already said. The first page is for request, i...
