Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

"Eyes talk"

• The dim light of the bar cast faint shadows over Sevika's sharp features, her metal arm resting on the table as she swirled the whiskey in her glass.

• Across from her, you sat quietly, your chin propped on your hand, watching her with a gaze that lingered. She always noticed when you stared, even when she pretended otherwise.

• Sevika glanced up from her drink, her stormy eyes locking with yours. The corner of her mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but something softer than usual.

• You tilted your head slightly, holding her gaze, your lips curving into the faintest grin. There was a question in your eyes, something unsaid but loud enough that Sevika heard it.

• Her brow furrowed, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face before she leaned back in her chair, metal fingers tapping lightly against the glass.

• You didn’t look away. If anything, you leaned in closer, your gaze steady, like you were trying to read her the way you always did—so effortlessly, like it was second nature.

• Her shoulders stiffened, her jaw tightening, but her eyes softened. She sighed, her gaze dropping for a split second before flicking back to yours, this time sharper, more focused.

• It wasn’t the first time she’d struggled to put her thoughts into words. But with you, it was like you already knew. You always knew.

• A small, knowing smile played on your lips. Without saying a word, you reached out, your hand brushing over hers where it rested on the table.

• Her fingers tensed beneath yours, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her eyes softened even more, the walls she always wore around others crumbling just a little.

• There was no need for words. The quiet exchanged everything—her silent “I’m trying,” and your quiet reassurance that it was enough.

• Her gaze lingered, her lips parting slightly like she might say something, but she didn’t. She just watched you, her thumb brushing over your knuckles absentmindedly.

• You squeezed her hand gently, your smile turning a bit brighter, and Sevika’s heart twisted in that infuriating, vulnerable way she was still getting used to.

• She exhaled, her expression softening as she finally leaned forward, closing the space between you. Her eyes held yours, conveying what her lips couldn’t—affection, gratitude, and something deeper that she didn’t dare name yet.

• “You’re staring,” she muttered finally, her voice low and rough, though there was no real bite to it.

• “So are you,” you shot back, your tone light and teasing, though your gaze was still searching hers, always so unrelenting.

• Her lips twitched into a small smirk, her eyes rolling slightly before softening once again.

• She let out a quiet breath, her gaze dropping briefly to your joined hands before returning to your face.

• In the silence that followed, her eyes spoke what her words couldn’t: I see you. I care for you. Don’t stop looking at me like that.

• And your gaze answered back just as clearly: I won’t.