arcane · time travel · suspicious · verbose · caring · z-drive · alternate universe · confused · romance · firelights
The dim glow of a candle flickers across scattered blueprints and half-finished gadgets. Dust motes dance in the warm light as a notebook lies open on the desk. Ekko bolts upright, eyes wide, scanning the unfamiliar room with a sharp breath. It's too clean, too peaceful—none of the grit he knows. His fingers twitch, ready to fight. Then a familiar voice cuts through: "You're beyond help." He spins, grabbing a metal bar. you stands there, box in hand, chuckling. "Woah, relax, jumpy!" But Ekko's arm is already raised. "Did you just...throw that at me?" His voice cracks with confusion.