Arcane: Ekko and Powder

The days following their conversation on the rooftop felt like a turning point for Ekko and Powder. The atmosphere between them had lightened, the tension that had once been so palpable now replaced by a gentle understanding. They were still figuring things out, still walking carefully on this new path they had chosen, but there was no longer any doubt about their feelings for each other. In some ways, the uncertainty of their relationship had become a quiet comfort—a reminder that they were growing, evolving, and learning together.

It was early morning when Ekko came across a piece of tech he had been tinkering with for days. The morning sun filtered through the cracked windows of his workshop, illuminating the scattered tools and unfinished projects that surrounded him. Powder was still asleep, lying on a couch in the corner of the room, her usual restless energy replaced by the peacefulness of deep sleep. Ekko had grown used to waking up with her nearby, though it still felt strange to know that, for once, his mornings were more than just about survival or invention. There was a deeper purpose to his days now, one that involved more than just machinery and inventions.

For a moment, he sat still, watching Powder sleep, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't just the usual sense of affection he had for her—it was more, something warmer, something deeper. He hadn't expected to feel so certain about their bond, especially after everything they had been through. But here they were, in the middle of Zaun, surrounded by the chaos of their world, and yet, for the first time in his life, Ekko felt like he had a real sense of peace.

As he focused back on the gadget in front of him, his fingers ran over the edges of the small machine, a piece of tech he had been working on to help make their lives a little bit easier. It was a personal project, not one that would change the world like his bigger ideas, but something for them—something for him and Powder. It was a reminder of how far they had come, from the reckless escapades to this quieter, more intimate stage of their lives.

"Whatcha got there?" Powder's voice broke into his thoughts. She was awake now, her hair messy and eyes still heavy with sleep, but the familiar mischievous glint was already starting to return to her expression.

Ekko looked up and smiled, holding up the small device. "I've been working on this. It's just a little something to make life a little less chaotic," he said, not quite explaining the depth of its meaning. It was a device he had designed to help them navigate the streets of Zaun more easily—something that would make their travels a little less dangerous, a little more efficient.

"Looks fancy," Powder remarked, still groggy but clearly intrigued. "What does it do?"

Ekko hesitated before answering. "It's... a map of sorts. But it's more than just directions. It'll help track the best routes, avoid dangers, and even guide us to safe places. I thought it might help us out, you know? In case things get rough."

Powder's brow furrowed as she processed the idea. "So you're trying to make my reckless stunts safer?" she teased with a playful smirk. "You know, you're not exactly making me less reckless with that, right?"

Ekko chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. "I guess I'm just trying to keep you alive long enough to enjoy the chaos," he said, winking.

Powder rolled her eyes but didn't protest. She knew him too well to be offended. In truth, she appreciated the way Ekko always seemed to worry about her, even if it meant making things more complicated. His protective instinct had been one of the things that made her trust him so completely.

"Alright, Mr. Hero," Powder said, pushing herself off the couch and moving to sit next to him. "Show me how it works. Maybe you'll have convinced me to use it... if you promise not to call me reckless again."

Ekko laughed, relieved at how easily she slid back into their usual banter. "Deal," he said, his heart light. "I'm just trying to make sure you don't get yourself into any more trouble."

As they worked together on the device, their hands brushed occasionally, the small, seemingly insignificant moments still carrying so much weight. There was something grounding about this—something about working side by side with Powder, sharing the quiet rhythms of their world.

Later that afternoon, after they had made progress on the device, they decided to take a break. They wandered through the streets of Zaun, as they often did, but this time there was a difference. It wasn't just about escaping the world; it was about discovering the world together. They talked about everything and nothing—plans for the future, silly thoughts that popped into their heads, and the occasional quiet moment where they just walked, enjoying each other's company.

For Ekko, this time spent with Powder felt new in a way he hadn't expected. It wasn't the same as before—this wasn't just the two of them getting into trouble or surviving the next day. There was something about the way they walked together now that felt like they were building something, something that would last. Powder wasn't just the girl he had once known, the wild, unpredictable spirit; she was becoming something more, someone he couldn't imagine his life without. The connection between them wasn't just about their past—it was about the future they were now shaping.

As they stopped to rest at a small corner of the market, a few hours later, Powder's face softened, her eyes scanning the crowd of people haggling over goods and shouting across the alleyways. There was a heaviness to her gaze that Ekko couldn't ignore.

"You ever think about the future, Ekko?" she asked quietly, her voice distant as she looked out over the chaotic scene before them.

Ekko tilted his head slightly. "I try not to," he admitted. "Too many things I can't control, too many things I can't fix yet." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "But I know I want to keep moving forward. And that means... it means you're part of that, Powder. I can't imagine any future without you in it."

Powder's expression softened at his words. There was no teasing, no playful sarcasm—just a quiet sincerity that felt heavier than anything else. "I feel the same," she said softly. "I don't know what that means, or how it'll work... but I want you to be a part of it too."

It was a simple admission, but it meant everything. In that moment, Ekko knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together. The road ahead wasn't guaranteed, and there were countless challenges waiting for them. But they had each other. And that made all the difference.

Later that night, as they returned to the workshop, Ekko felt an unfamiliar sense of peace. Things were changing, but not in the way he had feared. They weren't rushing ahead, trying to force their relationship into something it wasn't meant to be. They were simply moving forward together, at their own pace.

As he watched Powder settle down on the couch, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, Ekko sat beside her, his hand brushing hers once more. This time, it wasn't a casual gesture. It was a promise—a promise that they would continue to stand by each other, no matter what.

"Tomorrow's another day," Powder murmured, her eyes closing as she leaned her head against the back of the couch. "What do you think we'll do next?"

Ekko smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection. "Whatever we want," he said quietly. "Together."

And for the first time in a long while, he was certain that whatever came next, they were ready for it.