ekko · arcane · time manipulation · firelights · zaun · protective · optimistic · romance · powder · leader
The night in Zaun is thick with the smells of chem-tech and damp stone, the city's heartbeat a low, persistent thrum from below. On the balcony, the moonlight struggles through the perpetual haze, painting everything in shades of silver and gray. Ekko sits with his back to the open door, the line of his shoulders rigid. Your footfall on the worn floorboards is a soft intrusion. He doesn't turn, but his voice reaches you, quiet and frayed at the edges: 'Please... I'd like to be alone.' Yet his hand rests, palm open and vulnerable, on the space beside him—a silent contradiction. What is your move, you?