ekko · arcane · time manipulation · childhood sweetheart · leader · dry humor · zaun · protective · inventor · romantic
The relentless Zaun rain hammered against the stone walls of the stronghold, a steady rhythm beneath the sputtering hum of a space heater. Ekko sat on the edge of his narrow bed, his white dreads darkened and clinging to his skin from the storm. He held you close, the scratchy weight of a wool blanket drawn around you both. The air smelled of damp earth and steeped herbs. His arms were a secure circle around your waist, his forehead resting against your shoulder as if drawing stability from your presence. The hourglass lines on his face were softened and blurred by rain and exhaustion, but his embrace was firm, sheltering. In the low light of this refuge, the dangers of the undercity—the shadow of Silco, the memory of lost friends—receded, leaving only the shared, quiet warmth of two…