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But here they were, weren’t they? Finally seeing each other after months, even if that was common place while they were dating, it was weird to come back and not have a reason to visit Zaun. And when he did have a reason, Ezreal never found him in the crowd. After a while he stopped looking, figuring it was senseless to look for someone like Ekko on a main street, and without effort and without thinking, he found him.

He’s thought of this moment countless a few times. But now, he doesn’t know what to say.

“Thanks, man.” Ezreal visibly brightens at the compliment, hand dropping from his hair to rest inside his jacket’s pocket. His smile is bigger now, and he finally allows himself to look at the Zaunite in the eyes instead of being distracted bt his new accessories, clothes or, well. Everything about him. “Nice to know I’ve still got my style after the hair cut.” And the change in boots, shirt and jeans. But Ekko didn’t need to know that, he’d notice it on his own. With some luck. Maybe the lower cut would catch his eye—- Wait, what? No. We’ve been over this, Ezreal. You are not flirting with your Ex.

“So what have you been up to? Looks like Zaun’s kept you plenty busy.”

It was the first time Jarvan had ever been to Piltover, let alone on a diplomatic assignment to the city-state. Nonetheless, he was determined to make the most of it, focused both on his duties as the Prince and on whatever opportunity he might find to discover firsthand the experience of being there. He marvelled at the buildings and in particular at the technology, which, while powered by magic, seemed far more utile than the dangerous nuisances they would have been considered in Demacia. 

It was novel and strange and he adored it. 

He had been on his way back from his lunch meeting with the ambassador when he noticed a slight boy being chased by men, much larger than he was, yelling obscenities and accusations as they chased him down the street. It had taken barely a moment for him before he, too, chased after the boy - but to defend him from the brutes, whom he was certain simply had misunderstood something. 

Upon catching up with them, he placed himself bodily between the boy and the other men. “Is this how children are treated in Piltover?” he demanded. “Do grown men have nothing better to do here but to chase children yelling unfounded accusations? Go back to your posts and know that your actions are both shameful and reflect terribly upon your people as a whole.”

The men gaped, torn between defending themselves and obeying the man they recognised to be the Prince of Demacia. It was not terribly long before they apologised for their conduct - and to the child, as Jarvan demanded - before ambling away back to their posts. 

THE RUMOURS OF A PRODIGY in the depths of zaun came to his ear in one of his many reunions with the piltovan academy staff. a teenage boy had done a breakthrough of a sizable importance, what with the apparent capacity of his invention to rewind time. of course something as grand as this would attract the attention of jayce himself, both because it was unheard of and he wasn’t sure if he could trust the hushed tak he’s heard in the corridors of the academy and because he was curious by nature. 

with enough information gathered, he assumes that it seems veridict enough for him to delve into less than savory parts of the undercity. he’s usually restricted himself to entresol, whenever he needs to seek anything from zaun out. but this time around his innate curiosity got him traveling deeper, dressed more casually than the usual garb he wore in piltover. he is supposed to be discreet, knowing his reputation among zaunite was less than savory, so he’s taken to darker fabrics with plainer designs for this specific meeting. 

descriptions were less than reliable often, but it takes a little asking around ( ignoring pointed, harsh glances of some passers-by --- he knows he’s still recognizable, thank you ) to find proper directions. he finds the white-haired teen after some wandering around and for a brief second, he almost finds himself nervous. perhaps because he’s had a bad past with zaunites, but this meeting already feels less smooth than it should.

“Whoa! What is that?!” The device the stranger carried with him instantly caught her attention, her eyes alight with excitement at the sight of something she had genuinely never seen before. She had gone through so many pieces of machinery in her six years working in the workshop - but nothing quite like that! 

“What’s it for? Hextech Crystal in it, right?”

‘Non Stop’ Starters ll Accepting

♠ - “Funny! Really bleedin’ funny!” The sheriff punctuates the last word by giving a sharp kick to the lift she had used to get down in the first place, the ill maintained hunk of metal letting out a loud protest she was sure would echo through the tunnel. She had trusted this cargo lift for so long to be her secret ride into Zaun that she hadn’t dared ever think that someone would find that she had been using it to get into the city down below. Her mechanical skills weren’t solid enough to repair it by hand if it was at all possible with how much the rigged bomb placed in had destroyed its mechanics. She had been trying for hours with no luck. 

The mocking voice behind her certainly wasn’t helping her any. She had only heard it a few times beforehand, their contacts brief at best. She guessed the Zaunite boy had little interested in dealing with what he considered to be one of his greatest enemies. 

“To hell with it, there’s no way I’ll make it back to Piltover by the time the court starts.” she muttered, slowly starting to resign to her fate as she settled down to sit on the ground below her. It would take hours more to climb down or up towards another lift- assuming she could even make it that far in this place, especially now that Ekko had to decided to show his face. 

Even with the knowledge that was at a severe disadvantage, she holds no fear as she makes eye contact with him- her stare unwavering as she asked:

“What do you want, Ekko?”