#ekkod

[littledesertsparrow-blog]

"You could have been killed!"

The two had been traveling together at the edge of Zaun in the waning hours of daylight, mucking around in the wastelands of abandoned imperialist projects and rundown construction sites. To two teenagers with nothing better to do, the freedom to explore abandoned projects and look at the run-down machines that littered the vast expansion of half-built buildings was an absolute blast; they’d spent the entire day, it seemed, going from site to site looking at what they could find. 

The two had been climbing the remains of a building that had yet to be built, run-down and falling apart in its unfinished state. The foundation was there, as was rickety stairs and wooden beams that made up a rough blueprint of what the finished product would have looked like, but a roof, flooring and solid walls were all distinctly missing, giving the shell of that building an eerie, surreal vibe.

It was so appealing to the two that they had to check it out.

Taliyah had been walking on a beam, one foot in front of the other, Ekko right behind her. They were laughing, talking about something - anything - and Taliyah had felt so elated in his presence that she hadn’t noticed where she stepped. 

Even though the building wasn’t finished yet, it was four stories high, and the duo had been on the third floor when it happened.

The beam, weak from weather-wear and unsupportive of her weight, gave a quick groan of protest before it snapped beneath her. Taliyah fell with a scream, only about a foot, before Ekko’s arms grabbed her from behind with expert precision, hoisting her up with a relieved yell.

Taliyah scrambled into Ekko’s arms as he helped to pull her up, stepping back so they could rest on a section of the floor that had far more support to it than the simple beam they’d been exploring had had.

Taliyah was about to thank Ekko when she noticed the tears that streaked his face, the snot running down his nose. The way his chest heaved up and down as he held her in his arms, entirely too tight, as if he’d never see her again. Ekko broke down and sobbed, pulling her towards him, fisting his hands into the back of her robes and pressing his wet, crying face against the side of her neck.

Taliyah’s eyes widened in shock as she hesitantly returned the hug, mind racing to find out why he was so shaken up. She gave a small gasp as she realized - with the expert precision of his moves, knowing exactly where she’d fall and exactly where he’d have to grab to ensure he caught her…

Ekko must have seen her fall countless times before he finally could catch her. Ekko must have rewinded countless times, each time failing to grab her properly and watching her fall three stories to her inevitable demise.

Ekko must have seen her die. Perhaps way more than he ever should have had to.

“Ekko…” Her hug on him is tighter, suddenly afraid, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “… How many times did you have to rewind…? How many times… did you have to see that?”

[4thdevil]

ekkod replied to your post:

joke is a four letter word too

i’m going to be crying into my wine glass tonight and know it’s because of you

[galvanizm-blog]

---  @ekkod  //

           it had been far too long, too many days at sea, too many days away from the depths of zaun. glowing and long cyan tresses dangle free of a messy bun near her cheeks and setting her vibrant eyes alight. grease is smudged upon her features as per the usual, as she smiles bright and wide for current company. ekko was familiar ; he was a piece of home ; he didn't look at her like she didn't quite fit as those in bilgewater oft did. and in that? her glee in seeing him was almost palpable, her energy never really seeming to know any bounds. 

❛ — ekko! ❜ she exclaims, voice matching her expression: bright. worn hands outstretch with a shoddily wrapped package ; brown paper from her workshop with a messy array of her sketches and work, it was a late snowdown gift --- he always seemed fond of how she got her hair like she did... so! she mixed him up a batch that would make that mohawk of his shine like the moon.  ❛ happy new year! i know it’s a bit late, but we missed each other for the holiday... i hope you like it! ❜

[miighted]

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”

                Garen had tried to block as many of the arrows as he could, he could feel two against his back, the tips piercing his skin after puncturing his heavy armor. His arm was raised still to act as a shield of some kind in case another hail of them came raining down. It was not enough, and guilt ran down his throat, to his heels, took his entire body by storm while he held onto every tether of his willpower to keep his composure. Pillars do not break, they do not bend. They carry the weight of the world. 

                “Take my hand,” he says as he curls it around the young boy’s own, so much smaller within his gloved hand. It made his heart ache to see him in such pain, to know he was suffering it because he had been drawn to his side— and Garen had failed to protect him. He becomes an anchor, tying himself to this wonderful young man, one with so much heart and spirit he was sure Ekko would surpass him some day.

                With his free hand, he tears off a portion of the old fabric at his waist, enough to be pressed against the wound and try and slow some of the bleeding. He has to be careful, too, or he dare drive the arrows deeper into Ekko’s side. It’s a delicate process, one that causes the briefest tremor in his hand. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he curls his arm under Ekko too, but he can only afford so much tenderness when his life is threatening to leave him. 

                “Stay with me, Ekko.” The urgency in his voice can’t be hidden, not when he’s felt this fear too many times, not when this loss could very well be his own fault ( but then, he’s familiar with that, isn’t he? he’s bared that sorrow and that weight enough times to bury his own soul ). He raises the boy from the ground and carries him against his body, still bowed forward as if to be his shield— because he knows how to fulfil that role, it is his very purpose. 

                “Stay with my, my friend,” he says, he pleads, he hopes. “I’ll protect you.”

[stargiving]

❣

7. a hug + kiss combo.

                 The Starchild’s hand rises to conceal the small laugh that threatens to slip past her lips, her shoulders rising ever so slightly as her smile widens while she swallows the bubbling feeling in her throat. The nervousness that seemed to be creeping up his spine that gave an edge of clumsiness along with his smiles and attempts to amuse her eased her own growing unease. Soraka found the boy endearing, but she’d hate to embarrass him, so she tries to keep her little laughs from leaving. 

                “Thank you,” she says as she lowers her hand to rest at her chest, a smile sitting on her lips. His efforts to bring some sort of smile from her in the midst of her worry was certainly appreciated, and successful in the end. “You’re very sweet, Ekko.” 

                Starlight hums at her fingertips as she reaches forward to brush her fingers against his cheek, as if wiping the last wound, small cut, on his skin away entirely. Soraka smiles to him once more, her arm resting on his own as she leans forward to kiss his forehead. 

                “Do try to be more careful, though,” she adds once she pulls away. 

[citywatcher]

@ekkod

     “I can only imagine how many times you’ve rewinded through this conversation.”

     A pair of weary eyes fall onto her rifle, the tension in her gaze coming to a languid stop like a vehicle slowing down at an intersection. A finger rises with reluctance, a lazy flick of the index turning the dial of the safety on.

     One inconvenience she suffered whenever facing Ekko is never having the luxury to choose their battleground. It doesn’t mean Caitlyn will roll over and concede, however. She makes sure to hold the rifle ready, letting him know that there’s no timeline where she’ll ever drop procedure for him.

     Her eyes scan the area and of course, he chose a venue where there were plenty of twisting alleyways. No straight paths for them to take, if it came to a game of cat-and-mouse. He was clever. Almost infuriatingly so.

     “Since you went to the trouble of calling me here for a chat, I assume you want more than to berate me for my choice of wardrobe.”

[purifire]

ekko, skateboarding past brand in the background every time the guy says some fire pun to someone, screaming to him: IT'S LIT!!!!

[4thdevil]

#ok but this is jhin when he #is using someone else's gun #crack #imMG BMFNK - no but are you telling me that jhin throws a fully loaded gun at people because he thinks, after four shots fired, it's done????? if so I'm gonna SCREAM

ok but why would he keep a gun after four shots were fired. it ain’t his so why keep it :// on to the next one