Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You get a random anxiety attack

• The streets of Zaun are busy, people rushing by, the noise of machines and shouting filling the air. You walk closely beside Sevika, your hand holding hers as you navigate through the crowd.

• Suddenly, a sharp metallic sound echoes from a nearby alley—a clang of metal scraping against metal. Your body freezes, your heart racing as a familiar wave of panic hits.

• The sharp scent of burning oil and smoke suddenly fills your nose, thick and acrid, and your chest tightens. It’s the smell, the one that haunted you in the aftermath of a past you’ve tried to bury.

• Your breathing quickens, your body reacting before your mind, panic setting in as the noise and smell take you back to that moment—everything feels suffocating, overwhelming.

• You feel a wave of dizziness, the rush of memories flooding your mind, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re trapped again.

• Sevika notices immediately, her grip on your hand tightening as she looks down at you, her eyes sharp with concern. "Doll? Hey, look at me," she says, her voice calm but firm.

• You try to focus, but your vision blurs, the noise and smell making your head spin. "I can’t—" you choke, your hands shaking as the past swarms you.

• Sevika stops, her body blocking you from the world. She turns you gently to face her, her hands cupping your face as she meets your eyes, her presence the only thing solid in the chaos.

• "You’re safe, sugar. Just breathe with me," she murmurs, her voice low and steady, a grounding force. Her thumb gently strokes your cheek as she pulls you into her arms.

• The world feels distant, but Sevika’s touch is the anchor you desperately need. "In, and out. Focus on me," she guides, her voice the only sound you can latch onto.

• Her hand presses softly on your back as she pulls you close, your head resting against her chest. The smell of her skin, familiar and warm, starts to drown out the other scents, and your breathing begins to slow.

• "You’re not there anymore, doll. It’s just us now," Sevika whispers, her lips brushing the top of your head, soothing you with her warmth.

• Slowly, your heart rate steadies, the sharp sounds of Zaun fading as you focus on her steady breathing and comforting embrace.

• "It’s okay, princess. You’re okay," Sevika reassures you, her voice soft but strong, her body shielding you from everything that’s too much.

• You take another shaky breath and exhale, the feeling of her arms around you grounding you further as the panic starts to dissipate.

• "I’m sorry," you whisper, the shame creeping in as you feel vulnerable in her arms.

• Sevika gently tilts your chin up with her fingers, her eyes soft and understanding. "There’s nothing to apologize for, sugar. I’m here. Always," she says, her voice full of assurance.

• She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, holding you tightly, her warmth wrapping around you like a protective shield.

• "Take your time, doll," Sevika murmurs, rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. "When you’re ready, we’ll keep walking. But you’re never alone, princess."

• You nod, feeling safe in her embrace, your mind slowly returning to the present as the weight of the past lifts with every breath you take together.