Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

Sevika hurts you during an argument

(Request from: Sloaney0987654321)

• The argument is heated, Sevika’s frustration spiraling as she paces, her voice cutting sharper than usual.

• You stand your ground, your own voice raised, emotions boiling over. Neither of you backing down.

• Sevika turns suddenly, gesturing with her metal arm, her movements fast and uncontrolled.

• The heavy mechanical limb catches you—not full force, but enough to send you stumbling back against the wall.

• The moment you gasp in pain, everything freezes. Sevika stops mid-sentence, her expression shifting from anger to horror.

• “Doll…” she whispers, her voice cracking, her metal hand frozen in mid-air like she can’t believe what just happened.

• You press a hand to your side, wincing, your breathing uneven, your eyes wide with shock.

• She steps forward, then back, clearly panicking, torn between rushing to you and staying away.

• “I didn’t—” she stammers, her voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to…” Her hands hover uselessly at her sides.

• You try to push past the pain, but the hurt isn’t just physical, and your silence speaks volumes.

• Sevika finally steps closer, her voice breaking. “Princess, I swear to god, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

• You flinch slightly as she reaches for you, and she freezes again, the sight shattering her.

• Her knees hit the floor, her metal hand clenched tightly as she curses under her breath, her other hand shaking as it hovers near you.

• “Please,” she whispers, looking up at you, her voice desperate. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

• You take a slow step back, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I need a moment.”

• Her face crumples, and she nods, swallowing hard as you move toward the door, her eyes following your every step.

• The door shuts, leaving her alone, her head in her hands as she lets out a ragged breath, muttering curses at herself.

• Hours pass, and she waits, pacing and restless, replaying the moment over and over in her head.

• When you finally return, she’s by the door instantly, her eyes red-rimmed, exhaustion etched into her face.

• “I’ll never forgive myself,” she says softly, her voice heavy with guilt. “But if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.”

• You meet her gaze, still hurt but softening at the vulnerability in her voice.

• She doesn’t reach for you this time, waiting for you to take the first step. When you do, she pulls you into the gentlest embrace she’s ever given, her arms trembling around you.

• “I love you,” she murmurs, her voice raw. “More than anything. I swear I’ll never let this happen again.”