Arcane headcanons | °• Silco •°

You break down

• You sit on the edge of the couch in Silco’s office, your head in your hands as the weight of everything crashes down on you. It had been building for weeks—unrelenting pressure, constant stress, the feeling of never being enough.

• Silco notices immediately, his gaze narrowing as he takes in your slumped shoulders and the way your hands tremble. He’s in the middle of reviewing papers, but the moment he sees your state, the documents are abandoned on the table.

• He moves closer, his footsteps silent against the floor. “Darling,” he says quietly, kneeling in front of you. His voice is soft, but there’s a tension in it, an urgency to understand what’s wrong.

• You don’t answer, unable to find the words. The emotions that have been festering for so long rise to the surface, hot and overwhelming. When his hand brushes against yours, it breaks the dam, and you burst into tears, your body shaking with the force of your sobs.

• His good eye widens slightly, surprise flickering across his face. He hadn’t expected this, not from you, the person who always seemed so composed, so strong.

• Without hesitation, he moves to sit beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against him. “Talk to me,” he murmurs, his tone low and steady, though there’s an edge of desperation to it.

• You shake your head, burying your face in your hands as the words tumble out in broken fragments—how everything feels too much, how you’re drowning under the weight of expectations, how you feel like you’re failing him, failing yourself.

• His grip tightens, and he lets out a quiet sigh, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re not failing me,” he says firmly, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t ever think that.”

• When your tears only intensify, he adjusts his position, guiding you to lean fully against his chest. His hand moves to the back of your head, holding you close as he speaks, his words soft but commanding.

• “You carry too much, my dear,” he murmurs. “More than you should. I see it—every day. You think I don’t notice how hard you work? How much you give?”

• His voice cracks slightly on the last word, and you feel his hand tremble ever so slightly against your back. “You’re allowed to break, love. You don’t have to do this alone.”

• Your sobs quieten as his words sink in, his steady presence anchoring you even as your emotions threaten to overwhelm you again. He doesn’t let go, his hand continuing to stroke soothingly along your spine.

• “I’m here,” he says simply, but the weight of the promise in those words is undeniable. “You’re mine, and I will always catch you when you fall.”