Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

Sevika ignores you part.2

You sat alone in the dimly lit room, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, fingers gripping at the fabric of your shirt like it might hold you together. The silence felt heavier than it should, stretching between you and the door Sevika had walked through hours ago.

She had never ignored you like this before—not like you were some stranger, some inconvenience she could brush aside. The way she barely even looked at you earlier stung more than you wanted to admit.

You tried to sleep, but the bed felt too big, too cold without her beside you. Every shift of the sheets reminded you of the empty space she left behind, the absence of her warmth pressing down on you.

Frustration curled in your gut, hot and sharp, but underneath it was something worse—doubt. It was ugly, unwelcome, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d done something wrong.

Maybe she was tired of you. Maybe something had changed, and she just hadn’t said it yet. The thought sat like lead in your stomach, making your chest tighten, your throat burn.

You hated feeling like this, like some desperate fool begging for scraps of attention, but it gnawed at you, raw and unrelenting, creeping into every corner of your mind.

The sound of the door opening made you tense, but you didn’t turn. You couldn’t. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see whatever expression was on her face—if it was still cold, still distant, you weren’t sure you could take it.

Heavy footsteps filled the silence, slow, deliberate. Then a long sigh, one of those deep, tired ones she only let out when something was weighing her down. The bed dipped as she sat beside you.

“I fucked up,” she muttered, voice rough, lower than usual, like she’d been fighting with herself all night. Her words were blunt, but there was something underneath them—something close to guilt.

You swallowed hard, staring at the floor, waiting. If she was going to brush you off again, you didn’t want to look at her when she did it.

“Had a shit day.” She rubbed a hand over her face, her metal fingers glinting in the low light. “Didn’t wanna take it out on you.”

You exhaled, something between relief and exhaustion. It made sense. It always did with her. But it didn’t make it hurt any less, didn’t erase the hours you’d spent wondering if you were the problem.

“You didn’t have to shut me out.” Your voice came out quieter than you intended, barely more than a whisper, but she heard it. She always did.

A long pause. Then, finally, “I know.” She shifted, exhaling through her nose. “Wasn’t thinkin’ straight.”

Her hand found yours, rough and calloused, but steady. She squeezed lightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that she was there—that she was still yours.

“Didn’t mean to make you feel like shit, doll.” Her words were low, gruff, but honest. That was as close to an apology as Sevika ever got, and you knew it.

You turned to her then, finally meeting her eyes, and you saw it—the guilt, the exhaustion, the way her shoulders had slumped like she’d been carrying too much all day.

“Just… let me in next time.” Your voice was still soft, but it didn’t shake anymore. You leaned into her, pressing your forehead against her shoulder, and after a second, she pulled you in closer, her arms solid, grounding.

“Yeah,” she murmured against your hair, her breath warm against your skin. “Next time.” And this time, you knew she meant it.