Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She visits the brothel secretly

• You notice Sevika sneaking out late at night, her usual confident steps quieter, almost calculated.

• Curiosity and suspicion gnaw at you, and against your better judgment, you follow her through the darkened streets of Zaun.

• She stops in front of a brothel, the soft glow of its lights illuminating her face briefly before she steps inside.

• Your heart clenches painfully, disbelief flooding your mind as you struggle to make sense of what you're seeing.

• You linger outside for a while, hoping to convince yourself it’s all a misunderstanding, but the minutes drag, and she doesn’t come out.

• When you finally make your way home, your thoughts spiral into hurt and anger, each moment feeling like a deeper betrayal.

• Sevika returns hours later, smelling faintly of perfume that isn’t yours, and she looks caught off guard when she sees you waiting.

• “Where were you?” your voice shakes, a mix of heartbreak and fury. She tries to dodge the question, but her hesitation says it all.

• When you confront her with what you saw, her expression hardens—a defensive mask slipping into place.

• “It’s not what you think,” she says, her tone gruff but lacking conviction, which only twists the knife deeper.

• You demand an explanation, but Sevika struggles to meet your eyes, her usual confidence faltering under the weight of your hurt.

• “I didn’t want to hurt you,” she admits, her voice low, but the admission feels hollow against the truth of her actions.

• Tears blur your vision as you shout, your pain pouring out in broken words about trust and betrayal.

• She steps closer, reaching for you, but you pull away, the distance between you feeling like a chasm.

• “How could you?” you whisper, voice cracking under the weight of your devastation.

• Sevika’s jaw tightens, her inability to justify her actions creating a suffocating silence.

• The vulnerability in her eyes almost breaks you, but the sting of betrayal anchors you in place.

• “If you didn’t want me, why didn’t you just say it?” you accuse, and she flinches as if the words physically hurt her.

• She finally admits it wasn’t about not wanting you but about old habits, fear of commitment, and pushing away what she doesn’t think she deserves.

• The explanation does little to ease the ache in your chest, the damage already done.

• “You broke us,” you say quietly, the finality of your words hanging heavy in the air.

• She doesn’t stop you when you leave, her silence cutting deeper than any words could.

• As you walk away, your shared memories replay in your mind, each one feeling like a cruel reminder of what you’ve lost.

• Sevika remains rooted in place, her fists clenched as if holding onto her guilt, knowing she’s the one who pushed you away.