HOW MUCH MORE TIME
WILL YOU WASTE ON ME?
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HOW MUCH MORE TIME
WILL YOU WASTE ON ME?
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a couple of hours? that hardly sounds, with his build even skinnier than it was the last time she saw him, the dirt && stench surrounding his being near unbearable. “it’s been months since i last saw you,” she reminds him, pulling a handkerchief from her purse to wipe residue from the boy’s skin. “you need to eat, && shower. you look like a mess.
Ever overbearing and caustic, he heeds her words as if she had
governed his body and soul since the day he had been brought
into this mistake of a world. He gazes over the “Couple of months”
comment for the sake of the moment, before it hits him with the
weight of the world, uncommon & heavy. He looks over to her,
eyes reflecting TIME & SPACE, PAST & PRESENT, before sucking
in a labored breath.
“H-how long?”
ALL THE TIME
IN THE WORLD
find your way back to me.
It was like PERFORMANCE ART, the way this would
swing like the compendium in the remains of the Zaunite
high clocktower, even at end Ekko’s directive, if he
happened to have one.
The words were spoken on a tongue of steel and from
those balmy lips he shivers, and shivers and SHIVERS,
and suddenly hes cold and chilled to the bone. He can
hardly move, let alone speak back to the words that cut
an immortal so deep without a blade in hand. His mouth
tastes like bile and regret, and if you looked deep enough
a sliver of regret.
He wishes he wasnt like this, he longs for time to tear him
apart from the chain of fate that pulls him four seconds back,
that tears him years and years, and timelines apart from
the things that show him care. A DOG on a leash, dragged
away from its home.
“Y’know” He finally manages to speak, “Lamb once told
me that sometimes she and wolf are separated, only to
find each other again and again.” He doesent want to compare
time and the wind to the aspect of execution, but he barely
break away. “I think in the end, I’ll always ed up back to you,
that is, If youll take me.”
Clouds, 2014 | by Veronika Gilková
"Say, where ya live anyways? Y'don't talk much 'bout it, an' ya never invite me over."
How terrible did the trial of time itself feel
upon hearing concerned words from the
deity of darkness himself. Ekko gave a
small chuckle, nervous more than with
confidence, and set aside the timewinder
to look to Dark with his tired eyes.
“I dont invite you over much because its..
It’s kinda a mess.” He swallows. “I live in
outer Zaun, The ruins. At least i do when I’m
here.” He states delicately. “I love in the old
Zaun University of Techmathurgy building. The
one thats on its side. The rooms are big.”
He feels like a complete dunce.
YOU’RE FIGHTING FOR SOME HOLY WAR?
DON’T FUCKING PRAY FOR ME.
‘CAUSE ALL YOUR HATE JUST MAKES ME STRONGER.
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replies and whatnot will be slow today because i have to start my studio final!!!
smooches ekko's head && hugs him tbh
The concept of affection, even ont he familial range was
something that he was keen to accept, especially from
a woman of Piltover, and yet, he accepted her love as
if it was the love of a mother that he could ever know.
Calloused hands could wrap around her waist, and
for a moment, he felt as if he was actually a child for
a moment, not a tear shed, but a morning for an inner
child that he could never now.
“Thank You.”
A little late for Valentine’s day, but I finally got it done.
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