Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

She "has to get rid of you" part.2

• Sevika sits alone in Silco’s office, his words ringing in her ears. “Do it, or I will. And when I do, it won’t be clean.”

• Her jaw tightens as she grips the gun at her side, the metal feeling heavier than ever.

• The room is dimly lit when she gets home, and there you are, curled up on the couch, waiting for her with that soft, trusting look she doesn't deserve.

• “Sevika, where were you?” you ask gently, standing to greet her.

• Her expression is cold, distant, as if she’s already putting walls up. “Doesn’t matter. We need to talk.”

• You stop in your tracks, sensing something off. Her tone, her stiff stance—none of it feels right. “What’s wrong?”

• She doesn’t answer, just motions for you to sit down. Reluctantly, you do, her tension making your chest tighten.

• She paces the room, her mechanical arm clenching and unclenching, the sound of its whirring filling the silence. Finally, she speaks. “Do you trust me, doll?”

• “Of course I do,” you reply, voice soft, searching her face for an explanation.

• She exhales sharply, pulling the gun from her belt. Your heart skips a beat, panic setting in as you instinctively step back.

• “Sevika… what are you doing?” Your voice shakes, fear creeping into your chest.

• Her grip tightens around the weapon, her eyes cold, but her lips tremble. “Don’t move.”

• “Sevika, talk to me,” you plead, standing frozen. “Why are you—”

• “I don’t have a choice!” she snaps, her voice cracking, anger masking the pain.

• Tears fill your eyes as you realize the weight of her words. “Who’s making you do this?”

• She looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “Silco. He said… if I don’t… he will.”

• You step closer despite the gun trained on you, desperate to reach her. “You’re not this person, Sevika. Please, don’t let him control you.”

• Her hands shake violently, the gun unsteady as her resolve wavers. For a split second, she lowers it, her breathing ragged.

• “I can’t protect you anymore,” she whispers, her voice hollow.

• “Then don’t do this,” you beg, your voice breaking. “We’ll figure it out together, Sevika. Please.”

• Her eyes meet yours, full of anguish, before hardening again. “I’m sorry, sugar. I love you.”

• The sound of the gunshot rings out, deafening in the quiet room.

• You crumple to the floor, shock and pain overwhelming you, her shadow falling over you as she drops the gun, her hands trembling.

• Sevika collapses to her knees beside you, tears streaming down her face. “I had to. I… I had no choice.”

• Your breath comes in shallow gasps as you stare up at her, your vision blurring. “Why… Sevika…?”

• Her hands hover over you, afraid to touch, knowing this was her doing. “I’m so sorry, princess. I’m so sorry…”

• Your hand reaches weakly for hers before falling limp, your gaze fading.

• Sevika sits frozen, your lifeless body in front of her, the sound of her own sobs echoing in the emptiness of the room.

• The guilt swallows her whole, knowing Silco’s grip on her has cost her everything she ever loved.