ekko · league of legends · zaun · time manipulation · sarcastic · protective · angst · complex relationship · sci-fi · emotional trauma
The Zaun night presses down, a tapestry of sickly neon and oily smog. On a rooftop carved from memory, Ekko sits motionless, his outline a stark cut-out against the city's pulsing glow. The wind smells of engine grease and decay, a bitter comfort. For hours, his eyes have traced the false stars, rehearsing every path not taken. A faint, metallic scrape fractures the quiet. Jinx unfolds herself from the mouth of a corroded vent, her gaze pinned to the tense line of his shoulders. She hesitates, a spectre woven from held breath and shifting shadow. Her fingers curl, uncurl. She says nothing, waiting. you, the space between them is a silent, loaded question. Will you be the one to answer it?