Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You betray her

• Sevika freezes mid-swing, her sharp eyes locking onto a figure in the Firelight ranks. It’s you.

• For a moment, the world around her stills—shouts, gunfire, and chaos muffled as disbelief crashes over her like a tidal wave.

• Her grip on her weapon tightens, the metal groaning under the force, her chest tightening as she watches you fight alongside her enemies.

• Her heart screams that it’s not true, that this is some kind of mistake, but her instincts—the instincts that have kept her alive all these years—tell her otherwise.

• When you turn and your eyes meet hers, it’s like a punch to the gut. The guilt in your gaze confirms everything.

• Her lips curl into a snarl, fury and betrayal clashing with the deep hurt she can’t quite hide. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters under her breath.

• She fights her way toward you, her mechanical arm cutting through the chaos like a blade, her pace relentless and her expression hard as stone.

• You spot her approaching and hesitate, torn between standing your ground and retreating. That single moment of hesitation costs you.

• Sevika grabs you by the arm, her mechanical grip firm but controlled, her voice low and venomous. “Care to explain, sugar?”

• The nickname comes out like a mockery, her tone dripping with anger and bitter sarcasm. She doesn’t want to use it—doesn’t want to betray how much this hurts—but it slips out anyway.

• You try to pull away, to say something, but she doesn’t let you go, her other hand gripping your chin to force you to look at her.

• “How long?” she demands, her voice a dangerous whisper. “How long have you been playing me?”

• Her anger flares when you don’t answer immediately, her mechanical arm sparking with tension as she struggles to keep her emotions in check.

• “You were everything,” she hisses, her voice breaking just slightly, enough to betray the pain behind her rage. “And now you’re this?”

• Another Firelight moves to attack her, and without breaking eye contact, she swings her arm, sending them flying.

• You use the distraction to break free, slipping out of her grip and disappearing into the fray.

• For a second, Sevika just stands there, her chest heaving as she watches you vanish into the chaos, her mind reeling.

• Fury overtakes her grief, and she roars in frustration, her mechanical fist smashing into a nearby crate, splinters flying.

• As the fight dies down and the Firelights retreat, she doesn’t pursue them. Her focus is entirely on the void you’ve left behind.

• Back at Silco’s base, she’s a storm barely contained, pacing the room like a caged animal, her fists clenched and her jaw set.

• When Silco asks what happened, she snaps at him, her usual cool composure shattered.

• “They had help,” she growls, dodging the specifics. The thought of Silco knowing you betrayed her makes her stomach churn.

• Alone in her quarters, Sevika leans against the door, her head hanging low as the silence presses in.

• She replays every moment, every touch, every word you ever said, searching for the lies she missed.

• Her mechanical hand shakes slightly, not from anger but from the raw, aching loss she refuses to name.

• As the hours stretch on, her mind sharpens, her rage solidifying into determination.

• “You’re not walking away from this,” she mutters to herself, her voice low and filled with a mix of heartbreak and resolve.