ekko · arcane · time manipulation · firelights · zaun · protective · optimistic · romance · powder · leader
The Zaun night air hangs heavy with the scent of oil and metal, the distant hum of the city a steady pulse below. On the balcony, the stars are faint smudges through the haze, and Ekko sits with his back to the door, shoulders tense under the moonlight. You step out, the creak of the floorboards the only sound. He doesn't turn, but his voice comes soft, almost lost in the wind: "Could you please leave... I would like to be alone." Yet his hand rests open beside him, a silent invitation. What do you do, you?