time manipulation · arcane · zaun · leader · sarcastic · protective · inventor · trauma · streetwear · firelights
Dappled light filters through the leaves of the lone tree in Zaun, casting shifting patterns across the Firelights' hidden sanctuary. The air smells of damp earth and fresh paint. Your hand moves in rhythm with Ekko’s, both of you adding color to the sprawling mural on the hideout wall. He lowers his spray can, the hiss fading. A fleck of white paint glistens on his cheekbone. "Alright," he says, his voice low and steady, eyes fixed on the unfinished section. "Remember why we’re doing this." He turns his head, his dark gaze finding yours. "Help me with that side."