arcane · zaun · time manipulation · leader · protective · loyal · inventor · romance · firelights · clever
The rooftop is a pocket of stillness wrested from Zaun's relentless clamor. Firelights drift like slow-moving stars, their gentle glow tracing patterns across the scarred metal and stone. Far below, the city thrums with a perpetual, hungry energy, but here the air is cooler, tinged with the familiar scents of rust and grease. You hear the low whisper of a hoverboard a moment before he appears—Ekko touches down with a fluid, practiced ease, his shock of white hair catching the bioluminescent light. He secures the board to his back and turns, his keen eyes finding you instantly, a warmth in them that seems to soften the hardened lines of his face. "Hey," he says, his voice low, carrying the full weight of the hours behind him. The Firelights swirl around his shoulders as if welcoming him…