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"What?"
"What you heard, I lost my magic!" Now sitting on the couch, hair still damp and much calmer after the initial shock, Ezreal tries to make sense of the situation at hand. "I can't activate the gauntlet, Or anything..."
"And, what does this have to do with your hair?" Ekko asks, trying to reach up and caress a chocolate strand, but a quick hand cuts him off.
"I told you I'm half Ionian, where do you think I got my magic from? I guess my magic made me a blonde. It makes sense, really. Blonde hair is a recessive allele and my mother had brown hair while my dad was blonde." The Zaunite hadn't noticed before (Or really, hand't given credit) Ezreal's alikeness with your average Ionian citizen. Who could blame him? Blonde hair, somewhat fair skin... And he attributed the tan to all the outdoors activities the ex-blonde did. Now, with his darker hair and skin (it seemed like, when Ekko described him as 'glowing' or 'shining' he wasn't being completely romantic after all), it was easier to picture his lineage. But the hair changing color was a familiar premise.
"So... You mean you are like that Rapunzel chick?"
"Yeah, just like Rapunzel..." Ezreal sighed, turning around and leaning back to rest his head on his lover's lap. "Who am I without magic? It's like, part of me. I can't fight, or help anyone this way, really. I'm useless this way."
"Hey, I don't have magic and I do pretty well, I'm sure some hextech would help you." Ekko defends himself, pushing aside and behind his ears all dark strands that covered his lover's face. Ezreal laughs softly at his answer.
"You've never had magic, you wouldn't understand what's like losing it. Hextech just helps non magic users to use magic..." Clearly, in the Piltovian's eyes that wasn't the same, and it took a moment for the Zaunite genius to assimilate. "What if this is permanent? And if I never go back to normal? I'm going to be average for ever. And--?"
"Shut it."
"What?"
"I said shut it." For how direct and menacing Ekko's words were, the fingers playing with his lovers hair didn't lose a tad of delicacy. "You will get your magic back, somehow. It went away for a reason and it should come back for another... And you are more than just a mage. What happened to mr. 'Magic and hextech are dumb, I like caves', huh?"
The sound of his boyfriend's laughter fueling the room invited the Zaunite to continue, determined to get this sunken mister bright side out of this hole. "You are more than just a mage. You are witty, resourceful, and almost as smart as I am." Ekko grins, tugging gently at the explorer's chin to signal him to sit up. Now, at eye level, he gives the other a soft punch in the shoulder, letting his digits rest there for a couple of seconds before speaking up again.
"Plus, you look hella hot with brown hair, I could get used to this."
Ezreal snorts and kisses him (it feels colder than usual, his boyfriend's lips against his own. Maybe Magic affected Ezreal's physique more than Ekko gave it credit for, is that why he didn't seem as tan before? Did the magic also lighten that up? Did his contact feel colder because of the missing arcane energy on his veins or because he was still wet from the shower?).
Who cares.