Arcane Silent Frontiers: Scrapped Concept Idea 1: Plane Ride Alt-Ending
Scene:
Sevika stretching her legs after sitting down for so long, switching off with Vi or someone else and basically just doing a lap back and forth in the aisle past where Isha and Jinx are sleeping.
Only. . .she ends up suddenly. . .stopping short halfway between making it back to the cockpit because. . .something suddenly told her to just stop. . .to hold on. . .to just…wait a minute.
Her turning to look down at Jinx and Isha because. . .something just doesn’t feel right all of a sudden. And she has a feeling she knows what it is but. . .
Closing the gap between her and where Jinx and Isha sleep, Sevika ends up taking her hand. Her real hand, and gingerly putting it against Isha’s neck. She presses that hand, real and flesh and suddenly clammy, against that slender neck. One that, just seemingly a short while ago, was tense and bobbing nervously the whole damn flight; stiffening and vein-popping with every bit of turbulence that rocked it, and leaning away from the window when she saw how high up they were.
At the time, Sevika could've practically seen how Isha's very veins bounced and thrummed along with her very overworked heartbeat. At the time, Sevika had simply just patted her shoulder to calm her down.
But in the days to come, she wishes very dearly that she had done more. Had mapped out the kid’s overworked heart evermore in that moment. Memorized it, committed it to as much vivid memory as she could.
Because when she touches at her now,
she doesn’t feel anything anymore. . .
It being one of those instances where the plane is dark and the only lights are the one that glitter outside on the wings and everything and you can’t really see Sevika’s face all too well. But you notice a little bit after when she puts her fingers against the kids neck how it shifts.
How she does that thing where she tenses and rolls her mouth like she’s trying to keep from saying anything, but what you can’t see is the small tears that sting at her eyes in the dark.
But the hand doesn’t move.
The real one that is.
It stays where it presses, like Sev is trying to print something to memory. And Sev notes just how soft the kid’s skin was. A tyke usually so wild and chaotic, Sev was surprised Isha wasn't covered in more calluses, bumps, and perpetual bruises of varying shades then she should have been.
The girl leaked like a faucet when she got so much as a scrape, yet rarely ever cried from even the most skidded of knees and bruised rib cage. It endeared Isha to Sevika that little bit more, how tough the kid was, how willing and stubborn she was when she wanted something and went after it.
But Sev doesn’t think about that now. . . because while the girl's skin was soft, her usual silence was bumped up several notches and the feeling of her stillness, of that now clammy softness from the overly silent, overly still tyke was something that would come to haunt Sevika for far longer than dreams and flashes of the war ever did.
Who knows how long she sits there. Staring. Touching. It’s for a bit Sev knows, because despite everything she can’t bring herself to move. Instead she looks down at Isha for a bit. .as if she was curious about something. . .
She then look’s at Jinx who’s just sleeping soundly right beside her. Calm. Quiet. And the thought occurs to Sevika on whether or not f she knows or not. There’s a part in Sev that tells her she should inform her. But some other part convinces her otherwise.
And while the sting persists, she simply just. . .holds the still kid by the shoulder, sighs and. . smiles softly which feels. . .wrong to do at the moment. . .but she does it anyways
She then leaves them to go back to the cockpit. But as she begins to walk away, she sorta stumbles a little. Like the weight of it finally hit her. But Sevika is strong. She’s always been. So all she does is purse her lips. Take a deep breath. And keep moving.
Girl’s gone she tells them when she finally makes it up to the front She didn’t make it
And it’s the words and Sevika’s tone alone that make everyone look back outside the cockpit without question, varying degrees of disbelief and sadness waving about because they’re in a state of disbelief but they also know Sev.
Vi, who took Sev’s spot in the pilot’s seat, is the first to get up of course. To question if Jinx knows. But Sevika’s unsure on whether or not she does or not-
(She does. She knew even before Sevika ever did)
Vi goes to get up because she’s worried about her sister, but Sev tells her to stay. To not say anything. To wait. And Vi is so confused why Sev would say that and she questions why she should wait to tell Jinx.
It’s then when Sev says, if she doesn’t know then. . .for now at least that’s good
Sevika: “Because as long as she’s still asleep she still has her. . .”
Vi scrambles, fingers curling and uncurling as she gapes and chokes. Air becomes impossible to take in, her broad chest rising and falling with hyperventilating pants as she darts frenzied, pained greys over to her all too still, all too stiff niece being curled by her laxed, calm sister.
Vi was smiling at it, smiling beforehand. Jinx was resting so peacefully, looked so happy, and was fucking relaxed alongside her usual skittish niece, and-, and-
And now it was hell, it was disgusting, it was wrong, wrong, wrong-
The world is cruel. The sight is cruel. It's cruel and unfair and as heartbreaking as it is blood-boiling because the world is shit and it makes Vi angry. Hence she snarls wordlessly, yet softly, (she can't wake her sister, not yet, can't wake her like that, to a world like this-), as she stomps over to grasp at Sev's arm.
"This is fucked Sev." She spats it like an accusation; Sevika tensing the moment she was grabbed as she darts a pointed look Vi's way. "You-, we can't just leave Pow-, Jinx to find out like that. She-, s-she just-"
"Violet." Sevika's voice is low, yet steady. Despite herself, Violet finds herself meeting that gaze, a sneer forming deeper on her face as she looks up with watery eyes with a glare of fire-
-a fire that dies into smoldering flames the moment when she sees the pained, pinched expression on Sevika's face. More than that, she sees a plea in Sevika's own eyes. Something gone from the steadiness of her usual, stoic facade.
No, Sevika looked right at Vi with a look so desperate, so unlike her, that for a moment Vi was convinced they were back in the Zone and some skin-changer had taken her place.
Vi's further convinced. Further off guard. Further assured that this couldn't be Sev', couldn't be Vander's toughest army buddy who never said 'please,' to anyone. "Now's not the time. Not with where we're going, not with what-, what she thinks we're doing. Not the place, not the time."
"It's fucked," she agrees, voice steadily rising and Violet's gut twirls more at how shakey the edge of her tone is, Sevika's own hand coming to grasp at Violet's forearm in turn.
"It's fucked, I know. It’s fucked. It’s fucked beyond even the usual fucking that Zaun usually gets, and I want nothing more than to drive this plane right into the heart of Piltover and Noxus both and take them to hell with me. But not. Right. Now. We got a plane to fly, we got people to get out of here, and we have targets to plan for. Let them-, let your sister sleep."
Sevika gulps then, the corner of her mouth twisting. Vi watches her eyes flicker over her shoulder, and while watching her no doubt see Isha being curled and held by Jinx further, she finally feels her grip lax.
Her grip falls outright when Sevika, for the first time she's met her, chokes out to Violet and to Violet alone,
“I'm not ready for any of us to say goodbye either.”
And that’s simply the end of that for a while. . .
And they simply let the two sleep
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Say hello to A SCRAPPED IDEA :D!
THIS was one of the endings/storyline's that i decided to scrap originally for Silent Frontiers, or at least the start of one of them anyways. Basically how this ending comes about is "shortly" after the events of ALONE IN THIS PLANTIUM FIELD, Vi Jinx Sevika Caitlyn and Isha were actually supposed to have been picked up by Jayce and Heimerdinger.
To make a long story short, Jayce and Heimerdinger were actually suppose to have recently entered the zone via a stolen…er…"borrowed" aircraft that they were going to use to fly into the inner portions of the Zone in their quest to find a certain someone, and potentially right some of their past-wrongs.
By luck and coincidence alone, whilst flying over a small abandoned town, Jayce and Heimer manage to spot the gang in a derelict townhouse waiting out until they were able to travel on foot with the injured Isha in tow. Upon recognizing her old professor from her university days back at Piltover, Jinx suggests that Heimerdinger and Jayce can give the group a ride, with them agreeing that maybe congregating with others that they know back at the LANE ZONE might help in whatever the hell it is Jayce and Heimer are doing.
Unfortunately. . . the two never bothered to check how much fuel was in the plane before they took it, and thus they experience a rough landing
However, this is where it gets sad.
Isha in this plotline was never actually suppose to make the trip back to the Lane's. Despite the plane ride covering more ground in a short amount of time, and despite best efforts, she never actually makes it back home in time and ends up dying enroute shortly before they even make it back to the lanes.
To put this specific scenario into context, THIS entire thing was suppose to happen before THIS Fic Here. Where towards the end of that fic, it mentions that SEVIKA was the one who told the others Isha had died because as far as they knew she was the one who found out “first”
Now here's where the bulk of the OG story comes into play
THIS was actually suppose to be a potential-multi chapter timebomb smut fic. Upon reaching the lanes, Jinx in the start of a dissociative state characterized here by a "Grey Fogging of the World" is suppose to have reunited with Ekko, who had been going through his own turmoil in waiting for the group to return as they had been gone for much longer then they should have been and he basically became a basket case.
Having being told of Isha's death, there was suppose to scene where the two make love following their reunion in a attempt to comfort one another because as Jinx would have said: "This is what people in love do when they’ve been apart for too long; they fuck and forget about the world for a while";
which they attempt to do but sadly its only a temporary fix and the loss of Isha puts both through the ringer.
Following that reunion, Ekko leaves Jinx to sleep to go and see for himself, and the fic was suppose to conclude with Ekko basically doing what Jinx did before in this fic. . .
Entering the plane, seeing Isha and despite knowing what he sees. . . attempting to see if he could wake the kid up. .
Because this can’t be real?
In the end however, I decided to simply scrap the idea entirely because that was around the time i thought about the Shimmer surgery idea
Found Here and Here
that was so much more fun.
But because I liked the OG idea a lil bit I decided to write out part of the scenario properly and post it up. Figured why not, people seemed to like it, especially with the look into vi and Sev's relationship
