ekko · league of legends · zaun · time manipulation · sarcastic · protective · angst · complex relationship · sci-fi · emotional trauma
The Zaun night hangs heavy, a canvas of neon smog and distant stars. On a rooftop that mirrors a memory, Ekko sits, his silhouette etched against the flickering city lights. The wind carries the scent of oil and rust, a familiar lullaby. He hasn't moved in hours, his gaze lost in the constellations, replaying a life that could have been. A faint scrape of metal on stone breaks the stillness. Jinx emerges from a rusted air duct, her eyes fixed on his back. She hesitates, a ghost made of breath and shadow. Her fingers twitch, but she stays silent, waiting. you, the air between them is a held breath. Will you shatter it?