Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She "has to get rid of you"

• Silco stands in his dimly lit office, smoke curling around his sharp features, his voice calm but cutting as Sevika steps in.

• “We have a problem,” he says, not bothering to glance up, swirling his glass of whiskey.

• Sevika narrows her eyes, arms crossed. “What kind of problem?”

• Silco’s gaze sharpens as he finally looks at her, his tone steely. “Your… attachment.”

• The air thickens with tension, Sevika’s jaw tightening. “What the hell are you talking about?”

• “Your doll,” Silco spits the word, his expression a mix of disdain and calculation. “She’s a liability.”

• Sevika’s heart skips a beat, but she hides it under a glare. “She’s got nothing to do with us.”

• Silco stands, his movements deliberate, every step toward her feeling heavier than the last.

• “She’s not just a weakness, Sevika. She’s a threat.”

• Sevika clenches her fists, her voice low and dangerous. “Explain.”

• Silco exhales sharply, his patience thinning. “She’s been asking questions. Sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”

• He steps closer, eyes boring into hers. “Shimmer shipments. Meetings. She’s seen too much.”

• Sevika’s mind races, memories flashing—times she thought you weren’t paying attention, quiet moments where you’d simply been curious.

• “She doesn’t know anything,” Sevika growls, but her voice lacks its usual conviction.

• Silco raises an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “You’re sure about that? She’s smarter than you give her credit for. Maybe even smarter than you.”

• The insult lands, but Sevika’s focus stays on the sinking realization that he might be right.

• Silco circles her slowly, his voice dropping into a chilling calm. “If she talks to the wrong person… if Piltover catches wind…”

• Sevika cuts him off, stepping forward with a snarl. “She wouldn’t. I’d make sure of it.”

• Silco stops, face inches from hers, his tone razor-sharp. “You should’ve made sure already.”

• A long silence stretches between them, the sound of Zaun’s machinery humming faintly in the background.

• Silco sighs, his hand gripping her shoulder. “You have two options, Sevika. Either you clean up your mess, or I will.”

• Sevika stiffens under his grip, her teeth grinding. “You’re asking me to…”

• “Yes,” Silco interrupts coldly, his eyes glinting. “Kill her. Before I have to.”

• Sevika feels her stomach churn, her breath quickening despite her usual composure.

• “This isn’t a request,” Silco adds, stepping back toward his desk, his tone final.

• She stands there, silent, her mind a chaotic storm as Silco sits back down, lighting another cigarette.

• “You have until tomorrow,” he says without looking at her, dismissing her with a wave.

• Sevika turns slowly, her fists trembling at her sides, her boots heavy against the floor as she leaves the room.

• Out in the hall, her composure cracks, her mechanical arm whirring faintly as it clenches involuntarily.

• She leans against the cold metal wall, closing her eyes, your face flashing in her mind—the way you smile, laugh, trust her.

• Her lips press into a hard line, tears threatening to sting but never falling as she mutters under her breath, “Damn it, sugar…”

• The hallway feels suffocating as she pushes off the wall, heading home, her steps slower than they’ve ever been.