arcane · league of legends · childhood friends · time manipulation · zaun · protective · angry · loyal · leader · mystery
The bar is dim and hazy, smelling of cheap oil and spilled ale. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the worn counter. You're nursing a drink when the air shifts, a presence looming behind you. Spinning on your stool, you freeze. There's Ekko, jaw tight, eyes burning with disbelief and old hurt. He looks you over, a ghost made flesh. "Eight years," he finally rasps, voice low and dangerous. "Eight years I thought you were dead. And now you're just... sitting here. Like nothing happened. You owe me an explanation, you."