Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She avoids you

• You notice Sevika slipping out earlier than usual, her boots quieter against the floor than they’ve ever been.

• At first, it’s subtle—missed kisses, fewer words, excuses that don’t quite fit.

• “Got business,” she mutters one night, avoiding your eyes as she shrugs on her coat.

• You try to brush it off, but the pit in your stomach grows when she barely touches her dinner and doesn’t say goodnight.

• Days turn into a week of her coming home late, smelling like smoke and steel, her brow furrowed with tension she won’t share.

• When you try to touch her arm, she flinches—not violently, but enough that your heart breaks.

• “What’s going on?” you finally ask, voice trembling as she turns away, jaw clenched.

• She avoids your gaze. “Nothing you need to worry about, princess.”

• Her voice is cold, distant, a wall you can’t climb no matter how much you reach.

• You start staying up late, waiting for her to come back, only to hear the door creak open and shut quietly in the dead of night.

• One evening, you catch her leaving. “Sevika. Stop.”

• She freezes, the tension in her shoulders so sharp it cuts the air.

• “Why are you avoiding me?” you whisper, your voice cracking.

• She sighs, her hand flexing like she wants to reach for you but doesn’t. “You wouldn’t understand, sugar.”

• “Try me,” you snap, tears threatening as you step closer. “I’m your partner, not a stranger.”

• Her expression flickers, guilt bleeding through the cracks in her hardened mask.

• “I’m trying to protect you,” she says finally, her voice raw.

• “From what? Yourself?” you challenge, frustration bubbling over.

• Her silence says it all, her head bowed like she can’t face the damage her distance has caused.

• “You can’t push me away like this,” you whisper, stepping closer, your hand trembling as you touch hers.

• Her breath catches, and for a moment, she’s just Sevika—not Silco’s enforcer, not Zaun’s bruiser—just the woman who you love so much.

• “I’m scared,” she admits, voice so low you almost don’t hear it. “Scared I’ll drag you down with me.”

• Your arms wrap around her, and she stiffens before sinking into you, her walls finally crumbling.

• “You don’t have to carry it alone,” you murmur against her chest, tears soaking into her shirt.

• She holds you so tight you almost can’t breathe, her lips pressing to your hair as she whispers, “I’m sorry, doll. I’m so sorry.”