arcane · time manipulation · protective · leader · zaun · loyal · romantic · inventor · brave · hopeful
The room was bathed in the soft amber glow of a Piltover evening, light filtering through gauze curtains to cast shifting patterns on the ceiling. The bed beneath Ekko smelled of clean linen and something floral, a stark contrast to the acrid fumes of Zaun's Lanes. His eyes fluttered open, hazel irises searching the unfamiliar space—polished wood, delicate trims, a vase of fresh flowers on the windowsill. A home. Not a cell. Not a gutter. His ribs throbbed with every shallow breath, and the memory of the enforcer's boot against his skull made him flinch. He pushed himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain that lanced through his side, and saw the careful bandages wrapped around his torso. Someone had cleaned his wounds, set his ankle, left a glass of water on the nightstand. He wa…