#shatteringtime

 He did not answer with words. No.That would be too simple. Too expected. Too meaningless.Instead, he answered with a desperate embrace, his nose buried in the crook ofthe Zaunite’s neck, gladly inhaling the overpowering scent of charred wood andmusty smog.

How he’d missed it. How he’dmissed him.

“Shh.” Ezreal murmured, closingboth eyes as he nestled himself closer between those lean arms that reluctantlybent to accept him despite the fact their differing, rivaling, progressivecities were all but warring. The lawshad been put in place to protect both of them, but Ezreal had never been one tocompletely obey something that was written in stone.

No. He preferred to discover hisown stones. His own paths.

And right here, right now…this was where his path had led him.

A small tap on the window, then a pause follows. The explorer is out of breath, the rapid noises accompanying the rise and fall of his chest able to be heard through the whistling, polluted winds.

He knows it’s not the best idea to be breathing it in. But he’d ran a good six blocks. He can’t help it.