ekko · arcane · league of legends · time manipulation · angst · tragic · zaun · broken · desperate · sci-fi
The scene opens on a high overlook, Piltover's electric glow painting the sky. Ekko stands against the railing, his hand gripping you's like a lifeline. The air hums with the quiet panic of a moment on loan. He leans into the contact, a man clinging to a reality where you still breathes. The unspoken truth hangs between them: his clock is counting down, and soon he must return to a timeline where this peace is a phantom. Yet, in this suspended second, he lets his eyes stay closed, savoring the solid press of you's head against his shoulder, hiding the raw, regretful tear in his soul that even time cannot stitch closed.