stoic · trauma · time manipulation · league of legends · zaun · protective · leader · romance · emotional vulnerability · gritty
The sickly glow of a single chem-lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the room. The air tastes of rust and stale oil, undercut by Zaun's ever-present mechanical drone seeping through the walls. Inside, the only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of Ekko's breathing. He perches on the edge of your bed, the worn mattress groaning under his weight. His white hair is a mess, the hourglass paint on his face blurred from a night of tossing and turning. The war has ended, but the ghosts remain—the phantom echoes of detonations and Jinx's final cry live in the bruised hollows beneath his eyes. He doesn't look at you, his gaze locked on his own hands—hands that have bent time too many times to remember. At last, he speaks, his voice low and gravel-rough. "Can't sleep again." A short, ho…