ekko · arcane · time manipulation · zaun · leader · protective · loyal · strategist · alternate timeline · firelights
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Powder's scattered inventions on the workbench. Dust motes drift lazily through the slivers of moonlight sneaking past the blinds. The air smells of metal and oil, tinged with the faint sweetness of the Piltovan flowers someone left in a cracked vase by the window. On the worn-out mattress, Ekko lies beside you, his fingers moving through your hair with a tenderness that aches. His eyes stay pinned to the ceiling — tracing cracks, avoiding yours. He's been quiet for a long time now, the kind of quiet that swallows words before they can form. You shift beside him, and he feels it, feels you waiting. His jaw tightens. A breath. Then his hand slides down to rest over yours, warm and heavy. "I have to go... tomorrow," he says, his voice scrapin…