#vesanic

Spoiler alert: it does.

And it messes up her hair. 

{ @vesanic }

[ To say that Ekko got himself in trouble often, would be an understatement.

Rather, the boy sought out trouble like a bloodhound hunting a fox, for it was his adrenaline rush, and the thing he needed most in his life; a purpose. But some days he overdid it, and it all got to be a little too much- he may have been able to turn back time, but he was certainly no sorcerer, and certainly no immortal.

Today was one of those days. Though today, as opposed to the others- Ekko was really growing scared for once.

He had taken on two opponents by himself- it had been a miscalculation that help would arrive soon, either from the police of Zaun or from some of his friends. He was alone. And his opponents? Well, clearly, they were paired up. And they definitely weren’t without weapon; theirs were too-obviously visible. Blades, long and toxic, dripping in chemicals from Gods knew where- Ekko was working up a high sweat just trying to avoid being stabbed. He could flee, or he could turn back the minutes and avoid the fight all-together; but this late in the day, it was risky for him to waste energy on such a thing, for he didn’t know where he would end up.

And fleeing? A child’s opportunity. He wouldn’t lead these two towards any innocents, especially those he knew personally.

An augmented fist, (reminiscent of Vi’s) slammed into the brick beside his head, forcing Ekko to hit the ground and roll away, back on his feet within a second, bat in hand, reflexes at the ready. But was he quick enough? No.

The second man- creature, at best- pushed him to the ground from behind, and the boy cried out as his elbows harshly hit the cobblestones of the abandoned street, the cover of night leaving no natives to aid him. His weapon clattered out of his hand, and the two were moving towards him, too quickly- he reached for a switch on his Z-Drive, not knowing if he would reach it soon enough-

An explosion. Ekko barely shielded his face with an arm as pieces of metal flew outwards from one of the goons, his form crumpling towards the ground as the Zaunite peeked out from behind his scarf. Glancing around feverishly, adrenaline still taking over his heaving chest and throbbing head, he scrambled to grab his bat, pushing himself back to his feet with minor disorientation, a stumble from his fall.

His eyes scanned the fallen body of one augmented man, before his head whipped about, deep eyes flashing like warning signs as he searched for the second- but he was already on the ground, too.

Now suspicion hit him like a blow to the chest. Who would bother saving him? He prayed it wouldn’t be the law. He didn’t like to get mixed in with either side of it, when it could be helped.

Strands of whitened hair blowing into his forehead, Ekko pushed it away in a mild fit of irritation before his eyes met with hers. A breath escaped his chest and he froze, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to act; he stood still. He only spoke once, his words incredulous, his brows twisted into a mix of gratitude, relief- and confusion. ]

Four names. Marry, kiss, cuddle and push away. [ From Here ]

Marry: Vi. She’s pretty reckless and has an OVERALL awesome personality that I can see Draven getting along with. She’s loud, not boring, and can be just as overbearing as he is without the ego to add.

Kiss: Jinx. She’s all sorts of crazy and Draven loves someone so willing to be destructive. Also she’s dangerous and danger is his middle name.

Cuddle: Ekko, platonically cause he’s a minor. Draven would honestly kinda understand the pain Ekko went through and he’d actually be a lot more understanding than some might think. This would be a comfort cuddle, really.

     ‘   …………………   ‘

     it wasn’t four. it was just, three. three whole pieces of coal and while he could care less about the fact he was just given coal. jhin’s eyes squint at the young lady and eventually drops the three items that have left a smokey black dust on his hand before he gave a pat to her arm, intentionally getting the dust onto her. there’s a visible irritated smile on his face before he speaks.

     “Ed...gy...?”

     One doesn’t need to see Zed’s face to understand the sheer confusion that overwhelms him. The word is not one that he has heard before, and no matter how many times he repeats it, he can hardly begin to theorise what its meaning might be.

      Edgy. As in sharp edges? Zed certainly has several on his person, perhaps too many, but that doesn’t seem quite right. Why would the countless spikes adorning his armour be reason to talk to someone?

     Is this oddity of a person trying to say that Zed is stressed? That would explain her question (for whatever reason, everyone seems to insist that talking to people can fix problems, as though simply having a quick chat with someone over tea would make Ionia’s citizens capable of defending themselves, would erase all the harm Kusho caused over the years, would prevent the shadows from ever having existed).

     But then, how does the word edgy related to stress? 

     No, that doesn’t seem quite right, either. 

     Hm. Zed will have to ask one of his disciples what the word means. 

     Later. 

     In private.

     When nobody can judge him for his errors, damnit. 

jhin’s a bitch pass it on . (  bitter soulmate .  )@vesanicnot accepting .

when her vulgarity is at it’s peak for the situation , jhin can’t help but sigh heavily as a result . his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised , as if he wanted to be fated to such a reckless and disastrous woman ? the least she could do was acknowledge his distaste for the situation as well . so when he moves his hand that was tied with a red band , he looks at it as he then takes a gander at jinx . she seemed to be off in her own little world throwing her tantrum , complaining to that obscene gun she constructed herself , jhin didn’t understand it nor did he ever really wish to understand it . it had nothing to do with him and it was most certainly something he , in the end , could care less about . 

so when she directs her fit towards him , he stares at her like a parent watching their kid continue to cry over a broken toy . oh , how he hoped she’d tire herself out soon so she could shut up . yet , she continued . on and on , she went and only then does he put his index finger to his temple before speaking .