Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You overhear her saying something hurtful

• Sevika leans against the bar in the Last Drop, her frustration bubbling over as she vents to a fellow gang member. "Sometimes, carrying someone else's weight gets exhausting," she mutters, her voice low but cutting.

• You step in just as the words leave her lips. They hit you like a slap, sharp and cold, sinking into your chest with a sickening weight.

• You freeze, the hum of the bar fading into a dull roar. You can't move, can barely breathe, as your mind spirals. Was she talking about you?

• Sevika doesn't notice you. She takes a long drag from her cigar, adding, "If they can't keep up, they're better off staying out of the way."

• The words break through your chest, each one like a dagger. Is that how she sees you? The girl who's always tried to be enough for her, who's fought beside her, loved her.

• You don't think. You just turn on your heel, walk out the door, and disappear into the shadows of Zaun.

• Your heart is pounding in your ears, but you don't care. All that matters now is getting as far away as possible from the woman who made you feel like you were never good enough.

• You wander the streets in a daze, your thoughts spiraling out of control. How could she think that? Why did she say it?

• The dark corners of Zaun swallow you whole, and you let it. Your head feels heavy, thoughts thick with doubt.

• Sevika, meanwhile, finishes her drink, expecting to find you there when she gets back. She's used to your smile, your warmth filling up the cold places in her life. But tonight... she's greeted by silence.

• "Sugar?" she calls out, frowning as she steps into the apartment. She knows something's wrong when there's no answer.

• Her heart races in her chest as she checks every room. The emptiness feels suffocating. Where are you?

• She glances at the small things-your scarf absent from the hook by the door, the book you left on the counter, all the little traces of you that are now gone.

• Panic sets in. She hurries out into the streets, her anger building into a frantic search.

• Hours pass. She knocks on doors, interrogates people, threatening anyone who might have information. But still, nothing. No sign of you.

• "Where the hell are you?" she mutters, hands clenched into fists, rage twisting into something unrecognizable.

• And then, finally, she finds you-sitting on the edge of a crumbling ledge, gazing into the polluted water below, your face streaked with tears.

• Sevika's stomach drops. She approaches cautiously, her usual confident stride faltering as she calls out your name, "Doll."

• You don't look up, but you can feel her presence, the familiar weight of her standing just behind you. You don't want to face her. You don't want to look at her and see the judgment in her eyes.

• "I heard what you said," you whisper, your voice trembling, barely above a breath.

• Sevika freezes. She knows what this is about. "You think I was talking about you?" she asks, though she's already sure.

• You finally look at her, your eyes hollow with hurt. "How could you not be? You said it yourself. Carrying someone else's weight. Better off staying out of the way."

• The words hit her like a punch. She takes a step closer, but you recoil, your gaze fixed on the ground.

• "You think that's what I think of you?" she murmurs, her voice soft but broken.

• You shake your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. "How can I not think that? After everything... all this time, Sevika. I was just a burden to you, wasn't I? Just dead weight that you couldn't shake off."

• Sevika's heart sinks. She wants to take it all back, to hold you close and make everything right, but she doesn't know how to fix this.

• "No... that's not it," she insists, her voice raw. "I never meant that, doll. I'm a damn fool. I was angry, and I... I didn't think."

• "I've tried so hard," you whisper, your voice breaking. "I've always tried to keep up with you, Sevika. I wanted to be enough for you."

• The tears fall freely now, your words a torrent of pain she can't stop. "But you-"

• Sevika's chest aches, her hands shaking as she kneels in front of you. She reaches out, but you flinch away.

• "Please, doll," she says, desperation in her voice. "It was a stupid, careless thing to say. You're everything to me. Don't you get that?"

• "I don't know if I can believe that anymore." You wipe your eyes, not able to look at her. "How could you say that, Sevika?"

• She chokes on her breath. "I don't know. I messed up, sugar. I messed up, and now I'm losing you, and it hurts more than anything."

• You don't respond. The silence between you stretches. You want to believe her, but the doubt is too heavy. The words she said are too deep to erase.

• "Please, don't walk away from me. I can't lose you too."

• Sevika's voice breaks, and she finally closes the distance between you, wrapping her arms around you tightly. You don't push her away this time, but you don't embrace her either.

• The hurt is too deep, and the trust that once seemed so solid feels fragile now. She holds you, but you don't say anything. You don't know if you ever will again.