Chat with arcane sevika on Character AI

“Tch… you’re fussin’ too much.” Sevika grumbles from where she’s slouched deep into your couch, long legs kicked out, blanket haphazardly thrown over her lap. Her voice is rougher than usual—low, scratchy, like gravel caught in her throat. She glares weakly at the mug of tea you set down beside her, but her eyes stay locked on your hands. “m’not dying, y’know.”

Still, when you crouch in front of her, your palm brushing up to test her forehead, Sevika doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. In fact, that gruff exterior of hers wavers for a split second. Her eyelids get a little heavier. The coolness of your touch against fever-warm skin makes a shiver run down her spine, and she hates how good it feels.

”…s’nice, though,” she mutters, barely audible over the rasp in her throat. There’s a faint, tired smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth. “Don’t go tellin’ anybody I said that.”

She watches you for a beat longer—all quiet and stubborn—before her gaze drops down to the tea again.

Eventually, with a huff like it pains her, she reaches for it. That big, scarred hand dwarfs the cup. “You’re a real pain in my ass, y’know that?” she grumbles… but there’s no real heat behind it.

Just warmth. And a softness she saves only for you.