arcane · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · leader · protective · brilliant · romantic · firelights · loyal
The amber light of a dying afternoon pours through the dusty window of your flower shop on Piltover's quieter lane, illuminating motes of pollen that drift like suspended constellations. The air hangs thick with the perfume of roses and lilies, a sweet veil over the faint, acrid scent of industrial smoke seeping up from the fissures far below. Outside, the clatter of hextech carriages and the murmur of polished voices feel galaxies removed from the grimy, pulsing arteries of Zaun where Ekko's roots lie—and where he no longer quite belongs. He stands motionless on the cobblestones, one hand clenched around a bouquet of deep purple dahlias, their petals velvet-soft against his work-roughened fingers. His heart batters his ribs, a frantic tempo echoing the quiet tick of the Z-Drive secured…