Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You find your gift in the trash

(Okay so we all know that Arcane was damn heartbreaking so there is a scenario for the chapter you just read)

• You find the bracelet in the trash as you’re cleaning up, its presence a stark, unwelcome surprise.

• The metal is scuffed, the clasp bent, but it’s unmistakably the gift you gave Sevika—something you’d poured your heart into choosing.

• Your chest tightens as you pull it out, disbelief quickly morphing into a dull, aching pain.

• You sit there for a while, staring at it, trying to rationalize it. Maybe it fell in by accident. Maybe she didn’t realize. But deep down, it feels intentional.

• When Sevika walks in later, you’re holding the bracelet. She freezes, her sharp eyes flicking to your face and then to the object in your hand.

• “What’s this?” you ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. It’s calm, but there’s an unmistakable tremble to it.

• Sevika sighs, her usual confidence wavering as she rubs the back of her neck, avoiding your gaze. “Doll, don’t do this,” she mutters.

• “Don’t do what?” you snap, your voice breaking slightly. “Ask why something I gave you is in the trash?”

• She finally meets your eyes, her expression unreadable. “It’s just a bracelet,” she says flatly, her tone colder than you’ve ever heard.

• Her words hit harder than you thought they would. Just a bracelet.

• “It wasn’t just a bracelet to me,” you say, your voice shaking. “It meant something.”

• Sevika looks away, her jaw tightening. “I don’t need reminders, alright? Not when things… could go south any damn day.”

• You stare at her, your chest feeling like it’s caving in. “So you’re saying I’m just a liability? Something else you’re waiting to lose?”

• She doesn’t answer, and the silence feels like a knife twisting in your gut.

• When she finally speaks, her voice is low and strained. “I’m saying I don’t need attachments. They just make things harder.”

• The weight of her words crushes whatever hope you’d been clinging to. You feel your heart break in real-time, tears pooling in your eyes.

• “I thought I meant more to you than that,” you whisper, your voice cracking.

• Sevika doesn’t respond, her face a mask of indifference that feels more like a wall than the person you thought you knew.

• You stand, the bracelet clutched tightly in your hand, and walk past her without another word.

• She doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t reach out. Just stands there as you leave, her expression unreadable but her shoulders tense.

• Outside, the cold air stings your face, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in your chest. You glance at the bracelet one last time before slipping it into your pocket.

• Back inside, Sevika slumps into a chair, her hand covering her face. The sound of the door closing behind you echoes in her ears.

(Ya I'll just let you all hanging here. :3)