Arcane headcanons | °• Silco •°

You fall asleep in his office

• Silco sits at his desk, his eyes scanning papers with sharp focus. The quiet of the room is only broken by the occasional scratch of his pen, but he’s aware of you beside him. You’ve been talking, your voice a soft background to his thoughts.

• You stretch, yawning softly, clearly tired, and he feels your gaze on him for a brief moment before you settle back onto the sofa, curling into the cushions.

• He doesn’t immediately acknowledge you, but his gaze flickers toward you every now and then as you slowly drift off.

• Eventually, the quiet rhythm of your breathing shifts, and he notices how you’ve slumped slightly, head tilting to the side as you fall asleep.

• A rare softness flickers in his chest, but he quickly pushes it down. His hand hovers over a document, pausing as he realizes he’s no longer focused.

• Without thinking, he gets up from his chair and quietly moves to the sofa, his eyes scanning your relaxed form. His movements are purposeful but slow, as if not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment.

• He brushes a strand of hair from your face, eyes lingering on the way your features soften in sleep. There’s an ache in his chest he can’t quite name, something tender he can’t afford to entertain.

• Silco stays for a moment, hovering nearby, before he returns to his desk. His chair creaks as he sits back down, but his gaze stays on you.

• He watches you for a while longer, his usual hard edge fading when you’re asleep. The vulnerability you show when you're with him is something he’s learned to cherish, even if he won’t admit it aloud.

• “Stay safe, love,” he mutters under his breath, though the words are more to himself than to you. He goes back to his papers, but part of his mind remains on you, still protective, still alert.

• In the stillness of the room, Silco finds a rare moment of peace, knowing you’re close.