Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

Make out

• Sevika is leaning back on the worn couch in her apartment, her legs stretched out and her metal arm resting on the armrest as you sit beside her, a little too close to ignore the tension.

• The two of you had been arguing earlier—nothing serious, but her sharp words lingered in the air, and neither of you had apologized yet.

• The silence between you is heavy, but her dark eyes keep flicking over to you, lingering on your lips, the set of your jaw.

• You shift closer, pretending to reach for something on the table, and your knee brushes against hers. She tenses but doesn’t move away.

• “You’re quiet,” she murmurs, her tone softer now, the earlier irritation in her voice gone.

• You shrug, teasing her lightly about her brooding nature, and she huffs a laugh, the tension easing just a bit.

• Her hand, the human one, moves almost on instinct, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. The touch lingers a moment too long.

• “You always look at me like that,” you say, half-joking, but there’s a vulnerability in your voice that catches her off guard.

• She leans forward slightly, her face inches from yours now, her dark eyes searching yours. “Like what?” she murmurs, her voice low and rough.

• Your breath catches as her gaze drops to your lips, her hand cupping your cheek now, her thumb brushing over your skin with surprising tenderness.

• “Like you’re all I’ve got,” she whispers, the honesty in her words hitting you like a punch to the chest.

• Before you can respond, she closes the distance, her lips crashing into yours with a mix of desperation and passion.

• The kiss is rough at first, all heat and intensity, her metal arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

• You respond just as eagerly, your fingers tangling in her short hair as she deepens the kiss, her breath hot against your skin.

• She groans low in her throat when you tug lightly at her hair, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

• The kisses slow down, becoming softer, more deliberate, as she rests her forehead against yours, her breathing ragged.

• “You drive me crazy, you know that?” she mutters, her lips brushing yours as she speaks, her voice full of affection and frustration.

• You smile against her mouth, teasing her softly about how she always acts so tough but melts when it’s just the two of you.

• She chuckles, her lips trailing along your jawline, her hands never letting go of you. “You’re the only one who gets to see this side of me, doll.”