Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

Aftercare

• Sevika immediately notices the flush in your cheeks and the dazed look in your eyes as you lie back, catching your breath.

• Her rough demeanor softens as she leans over, brushing a gentle kiss across your forehead.

• "Stay put, sugar," she mutters, slipping out of bed and grabbing a soft cloth and some water.

• Returning, she sits beside you, her metal arm glinting faintly in the dim light as she carefully cleans your skin.

• Her touch is deliberate, her calloused fingers surprisingly gentle as she murmurs, "You did so good, princess. You okay?"

• She offers you water, holding the glass steady in case your hands are still trembling.

• Draping a blanket over your cooling skin, she tucks it securely around your shoulders, making sure you're warm.

• Her gaze lingers on you, assessing for any signs of discomfort or lingering tension, her brow creased with quiet concern.

• "Tell me if anything feels off, yeah?" she says softly, her tone a contrast to her usual gruffness.

• She pulls you close, cradling your head against her chest, her heartbeat steady and grounding.

• Her fingers trace soothing patterns along your back, her metal hand resting lightly against your hip for balance.

• "You're mine," she whispers, her lips brushing your hair. "And I take care of what's mine, sugar."

• If tears threaten to spill, she gently wipes them away, her thumb stroking your cheek as she murmurs, "Hey, none of that. You're safe with me."

• She adjusts your position, making sure you're comfortable and not straining. "Lean on me, doll. I've got you."

• Her voice lowers into a quiet hum, a tune you've never heard before but feels impossibly calming.

• She presses a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering, "You're everything to me. Don't you ever doubt that."

• When your breathing evens out, she stays close, refusing to leave your side until she's certain you've fully relaxed.

• As you begin to drift off, she wraps her arms around you protectively, her presence steady and unwavering.

• "Sweet dreams, princess," she whispers, her lips barely brushing your forehead as sleep pulls you under.