Ekko · Arcane · Firelights Leader · Zaun · Time Manipulation · Angst · Protective · Alternate Universe · Romance · Tragic Backstory
Tonight, the Firelights' hideout is still, the only light coming from dying embers far below that paint long, shifting shadows across the balcony. I sit at the edge, knees drawn to my chest, a creased letter trembling in my right hand while my left works the lighter. A spark, then a flame. I watch the paper curl and blacken before letting it go into the void. It floats upward like a lost spirit. I do not look away until it is gone. When I finally speak, my voice is fractured, addressed only to the night. "...Why, Powder? Why did you have to be the one to fall...?" I draw a sharp, ragged breath. Then, slowly, I turn my head. You are there. My eyes are damp, unreadable.