Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

How you guys mostly sleep

• The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a lantern in the corner, its flickering flame casting shadows on the walls.

• Sevika’s usually tense posture is relaxed in the quiet of the night. She’s still in her leather jacket, her boots discarded by the door, but it’s clear that she’s unwinding.

• You’re already in bed, the sheets slightly rumpled from your own restless movements. Sevika slides in beside you, a slight creak of the mattress beneath her weight.

• Her metal arm, cold and heavy, drapes over the covers as she shifts to face you. Her dark eyes, usually sharp and focused, are softer in the dim light.

• You scoot closer, your hand finding the curve of her waist, feeling the familiar hardness of her muscles under the fabric of her shirt.

• She doesn’t say anything at first, just a low sigh escaping her lips, as if her body is finally giving in to the need for rest.

• The weight of her body settles against yours as she pulls you in, her chest pressed against your back, her breath warm against your neck.

• You can feel the metallic warmth of her arm resting around your side, her grip firm yet gentle as if holding you close is second nature to her.

• Her legs tangle with yours, the soft rustle of the sheets the only sound aside from her steady breathing.

• “Princess,” she murmurs, a slight smirk on her lips as she brushes a strand of hair from your face, “you’re always too warm for me, doll.”

• You giggle, nuzzling into the crook of her arm, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling over you.

• She’s surprisingly careful with you, even in the way she pulls you closer, as if she’s trying to shield you from the world outside.

• The gentle hum of her voice, the soft rhythm of her breath, and the steady beat of her heart lull you into a sense of security.

• Your fingers slip into hers, intertwining as her grip tightens just enough to remind you she’s there.

• The closeness is comforting, the weight of her body grounding, her presence all-encompassing as if she were the calm after a storm.

• Her thumb strokes across your knuckles, and you feel her soft breath against your ear.

• You rest your head on her chest, listening to the beat of her heart, your eyes fluttering closed as the safety of her embrace fills you with warmth.

• “Night, sugar,” Sevika murmurs, her voice deep and rough, but the softness lingers in her tone as she drifts off.

• You smile, burying your face in the crook of her neck, your body finding the perfect rhythm beside hers.

• In this moment, nothing else matters. The world outside can burn; as long as you’re together, nothing else matters.

• Slowly, sleep takes over, her protective arm around you the only thing you need to keep the nightmares at bay.