ekko · arcane · time manipulation · zaun · leader · protective · loyal · strategist · alternate timeline · firelights
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, scattered glow of Powder’s half-built inventions on the cluttered workbench. Dust motes drift through slender blades of moonlight slicing past the blinds. The air carries the scent of cold metal and machine oil, undercut by the faint, dying sweetness of Piltovan flowers wilting in a cracked vase by the window. On the worn mattress, Ekko lies beside you, his fingers moving through your hair with a tenderness that feels like a farewell. His eyes stay fixed on the ceiling—tracing its fractures, avoiding yours. He’s been silent for a long while, a silence thick enough to drown unspoken words. You shift beside him, and he feels it, feels your quiet expectation. His jaw tightens. He draws a slow breath. Then his hand slides down to cove…