Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

Sevika leaves within the night

• The night is quiet, the soft hum of Zaun's distant machines the only sound.

• You wake to the feeling of an empty space beside you, the warmth of Sevika's body no longer there.

• You sit up in bed, blinking in confusion, the darkness of the room heavy around you.

• Her jacket, the one she always leaves carelessly on the chair, is gone.

• Panic rises in your chest as you scramble out of bed, looking around the room. No sign of her.

• You move to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains to find the streets below deserted, the night still.

• Your heart pounds as you feel the absence of her presence, an overwhelming emptiness filling your chest.

• You try calling out for her, but your voice feels small in the vast silence.

• The only sound now is your breathing, the only thing you can hear—your racing thoughts.

• You run your hands through your hair, anxiety building as you realize Sevika is really gone.

• You quickly throw on your clothes, heart racing as you search the apartment for any sign of where she might’ve gone.

• The place is cold, eerily still. No note. No message. Nothing.

• Your eyes flicker over to the door. Did she leave in a hurry? Did she leave at all?

• You pull the door open with shaky hands, stepping out into the corridor of the building.

• The sound of your footsteps echoes as you move down the hall, looking for her anywhere, anywhere she could have gone.

• You feel an unsettling tension in the air, as if something isn’t right.

• You rush down the stairs, calling out for Sevika, but the only reply is the distant clatter of machinery from the streets below.

• The city feels colder than usual tonight. Lonelier. Your heart beats faster with every step you take.

• You reach the street, eyes scanning the shadows for her silhouette, but nothing. No sign of her anywhere.

• A sense of dread settles over you as your feet carry you aimlessly through the dark streets of Zaun.

• The usual rhythm of the city feels off tonight, and the silence seems louder.

• Every corner you turn, you hope to see her, but it's always empty.

• You walk for hours, each step feeling heavier, but still, there’s no trace of Sevika.

• Your thoughts race—was there something she didn’t tell you? Something she was hiding?

• Was there something between the two of you that broke, some invisible wall you didn’t notice until now?

• Finally, you return to the apartment, empty-handed and exhausted, the world around you closing in.

• You collapse onto the couch, head in your hands, unsure of what’s real anymore.

• The weight of Sevika’s absence is suffocating, and the silence of the night feels unbearable.

• You close your eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but the emptiness remains.

• The only sound now is the distant hum of Zaun—and the echo of her absence.