"Do you hate me?"
"I could never hate you."
• The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the faint hum of Zaun’s streets outside.
• Sevika sits slouched on the couch, her hand gripping a glass of whiskey she hasn’t sipped from in minutes.
• You pace back and forth, wringing your hands, the words you want to say sticking to your throat.
• “You’re shutting me out,” you finally blurt, your voice sharp, but the hurt beneath it is unmistakable.
• Sevika’s jaw tightens as she sets the glass down with a thud. “Not now, doll. I don’t have it in me.”
• “Not now? That’s all I get lately. You won’t even look at me!”
• Sevika stands abruptly, her towering frame adding weight to the tension. “You don’t understand, alright? It’s complicated.”
• Your chest tightens as tears prick your eyes. “Then make me understand. Or am I just not worth it anymore?”
• Her head snaps toward you, her expression flickering between frustration and something softer. “Don’t do that,” she says, voice low but trembling.
• You hesitate, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “Do you hate me?” The words come out quiet but hit like a hammer.
• Sevika freezes, staring at you like you’ve just knocked the air out of her. “Hate you?” she repeats, her voice strained. “I could never hate you.”
• The sincerity in her tone makes your knees feel weak, but the ache in your chest doesn’t disappear.
• “Then why does it feel like you don’t want me?” you whisper, your voice breaking as you look at the floor.
• Sevika exhales sharply and crosses the room in a few quick strides, her mechanical hand curling into a fist.
• “I’m trying to protect you,” she admits finally, her voice raw. “But I’m screwing it up, aren’t I?”
• You lift your head, meeting her gaze, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t need protecting. I just need you.”
• Her hand reaches for yours, tentative, almost afraid. “I’m sorry, sugar. I’ve been an idiot.”
• She pulls you into her arms, her grip firm but gentle, her warmth grounding you as the tension dissolves.
• “I’ll do better,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your temple. “You’re all I’ve got.”
• “I just needed to hear that,” you reply softly, your arms wrapping around her waist.
• She presses a kiss to your forehead, the weight between you lifting as her hold tightens.
YOU ARE READING
Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°
Fanfictionokay so since nobody realy writes any headcanons about this god damn fine looking women (i swear she is killing me TT) i decided to do it myself. this will basically be only about Sevika, like the titel already said. The first page is for request, i...
