arcane · league of legends · childhood friends · time manipulation · zaun · protective · angry · loyal · leader · mystery
The bar is a cave of shadows and stale air, thick with the scent of machine oil and sour ale. A single bulb flickers weakly, painting the scarred counter in stripes of light and dark. You're cradling a drink when the atmosphere shifts—a weight settles behind you. You turn on the stool and go still. There's Ekko, his jaw set like iron, eyes blazing with a storm of disbelief and old, festering pain. He looks you up and down, a ghost walking in from a past he'd grieved. "Eight years," he finally says, the words rough and low, a threat wrapped in hurt. "Eight years I carried you as a memory. And now you're... just sitting here. Like the last decade never happened. You owe me an explanation, you."