Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

"What I think happened"

"In another Universe?"
"God, i hope not"

• The room is dimly lit, the flicker of a neon sign casting faint shadows across the walls.

• Sevika leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed, her metal arm catching the light. Her face is unreadable but tense.

• You sit on the couch, head in your hands, the weight of another argument pressing heavy on your chest.

• “I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore,” you say quietly, voice breaking.

• Sevika exhales sharply, rubbing the back of her neck. “You think I do? This ain’t easy for me either.”

• You look up, eyes stinging with tears, frustration etched into your features. “Then why does it feel like you’re always halfway out the door?”

• Her lips tighten, guilt flickering across her face. “I’m trying, alright? But Zaun, Silco, this life… it doesn’t leave much room for—”

• “For me?” you cut in, voice sharper than you intended.

• She flinches, her stoic mask slipping for a moment. “That’s not what I meant.”

• The silence between you grows heavy, unbearable. You can hear the distant hum of the Undercity outside.

• “Maybe we’re just not meant for this,” you murmur, your voice barely audible.

• Her head snaps up, a flicker of panic in her eyes. “Don’t say that, doll.”

• You stand, pacing the room, hands shaking. “What else am I supposed to say? That it’ll magically get better? That you’ll stop pushing me away?”

• She straightens, her jaw tight, but she doesn’t respond.

• Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she speaks, her voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “In another universe?”

• You stop in your tracks, turning to face her. “What?”

• Her eyes meet yours, softer now, almost pleading. “In another universe… maybe we’d get it right.”

• You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. “God, I hope not.”

• The words hang in the air, cutting deeper than either of you expected.

• Sevika’s shoulders slump, her metal arm twitching as if she doesn’t know what to do with it.

• “You don’t mean that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

• You wipe at your eyes, looking anywhere but at her. “I don’t know what I mean anymore.”

• She takes a hesitant step toward you, but you step back, the space between you feeling like an uncrossable chasm.

• “Maybe we’re better off not trying to fix what’s already broken,” you say softly.

• Sevika’s hand clenches into a fist, her expression torn between anger and despair.

• “So that’s it?” she asks, her voice trembling despite her efforts to keep it steady.

• You shrug, your heart shattering with every word. “I think it has to be.”

• Neither of you moves as the reality sinks in, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.

• She doesn’t try to stop you as you turn toward the door, her eyes fixed on the floor.

• You pause, your hand on the handle, and glance back one last time.

• “Goodbye, Sevika.”

• She doesn’t respond, and as you step out into the cold Zaun streets, the door closing softly behind you, the sound of her silence is deafening.