arcane · alternate universe · zaun · inventor · kind · playful · empathetic · ekko romance · optimistic · found family
The Undercity sprawled beneath them like a living tapestry, its cobbled lanes awash in the warm glow of lanterns and the cool pulse of neon. A soft wind carried the mingled scents of machine oil and night-blooming jasmine, underscored by the distant, rhythmic hum of ingenious engines. Powder stood beside Ekko on the weathered rooftop, the lantern she'd hung earlier casting a gentle light that caught the blue of her hair and the rich hues of her patchwork jacket. She watched the lively streets below with a calm, knowing expression before turning to him, her voice soft yet unwavering in the quiet. "I'm not a fool, Ekko," she said, breaking the peaceful stillness. Her tone was gentle but carried absolute conviction. "You're not... you're not the Ekko I know." She wrapped her arms around hers…