Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She finds out you take shimmer

• Sevika catches sight of the faint shimmer residue on your fingertips as you hurriedly wipe your hands on your clothes, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

• “What the hell is that?” she growls, her tone sharp and laced with concern, stepping closer.

• You try to brush her off, mumbling an excuse, but her sharp gaze doesn’t waver.

• Her metal arm blocks your path when you attempt to sidestep her, the cold steel a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

• “Don’t lie to me, doll,” she warns, her voice dropping, rough and dangerous but tinged with worry.

• She spots the vial you accidentally let slip from your pocket, the soft clink as it hits the floor making your stomach drop.

• Her jaw clenches as she picks it up, her fingers tightening around it. “Shimmer? You’ve been taking this?”

• You try to explain, your voice shaking, telling her it’s just once in a while, that it helps.

• “Helps with what?” she snaps, her tone sharper now, her eyes searching yours for an answer she doesn’t want to hear.

• When you can’t meet her gaze, she exhales deeply, running her hand over her face, frustration evident.

• “You hid this from me,” she mutters, her voice quieter but no less pained. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

• You try to explain it away, the words spilling out in a panicked rush—how you didn’t want to burden her, how you thought you could handle it.

• Her hand grips your shoulder, not harshly but firmly, forcing you to face her. “Handle it? You think I wouldn’t notice you falling apart?”

• Her voice cracks slightly, and the vulnerability in her tone twists something in your chest.

• “Do you know what this stuff does to people?” she continues, her eyes glistening with unspoken fears. “I’ve seen it ruin lives. Kill people.”

• When you look away again, her hand cups your face, her calloused palm rough but her touch achingly gentle. “Look at me, princess.”

• Her voice softens, breaking through your defenses. “I can’t lose you to this. Not you.”

• You nod weakly, tears spilling over as you promise to stop, though the shame and guilt claw at you.

• Sevika pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly, her embrace a mix of anger, fear, and a desperate need to protect you.

• “We’ll get through this,” she says quietly, her lips brushing the top of your head. “But don’t ever hide something like this from me again. Ever.”

• Her grip tightens slightly as if trying to anchor you to her, the weight of her words and the unspoken fear in her voice hitting you harder than any reprimand could.

• She spends the night sitting with you, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back, her silent presence a reminder that you’re not facing this alone.