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He wasn’t sure where he was.
He was surrounded by white. No walls, no floor, no ceiling, just white.
He could feel no ground beneath his feet, no wind nor air against his bare skin, smell nothing, taste nothing, hear not even his own breathing.
Why was he naked again? Not that it mattered, it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t hot, either. Was there even temperature in this place?
He should be embarrassed at being naked, but it’s not like he was in a crowd of people.
Crowds of people, or people and things in general were noisy. It was quiet here. He liked it very much.
There was another person in front of him, he didn't know who it was or how far away they were.
He started to walk towards them.
As he neared them, they became clearer as she.
He knew he should definitely start to feel embarrassed now, but the feeling didn’t come.
He continued walking towards her.
Soon - Was it soon? Did time exist here? - he was able to see her features in more detail.
Sky-blue hair, long enough that the twin braids coming from behind her reached the floor. There was a large bang reaching up before falling over her right eye, it would be comical if it didn’t suit her so much. Her eyebrows - which reminded him a little bit of welding torches, handles starting at the bridge of her nose - arched over large eyes. Pink eyes. In a nostalgic way, he thought they would look better in grey-blue. On her nose again - he liked the freckles splattered across it, like an artist letting loose on their canvas - it was straight, slender, and suited her perfectly. He strangely wanted to press his lips to the tip of it. She had downward-turned lips, and he thought they would be soft to the touch. Her overall paleness brought out the dark makeup around her eyes.
Despite continuing to look downwards along her body, making him well aware that she too was naked, embarrassment never came. Like she was someone that it was okay to share all of himself with.
Before he could get more than a quick look at any of her body below her sharp jaw, they’d reached each other. But instead of stopping a few steps from each other, like would be sensible, they both stepped closer still.
They stopped only when they couldn’t continue, because the other was in the way. But they bore no annoyance against each other, because this is what they wanted. To stand in front of the other.
Muscle to muscle and toe to toe.
Suddenly sensation flowed into him.
The warmth of the woman in front of him, almost a burning heat. The vibrations of her heart beating against his body, like it was competing with his own. Her soft, small breasts pressing against his chest, in no way other than familiarity. He could taste the way she’d kiss him if they moved to do it. Feel the softness of her lips on his. He could smell gunpowder, smoke, and a million other things that all felt like they belonged to her. He could hear the way she’d sound when they were intimate, feathery breaths and soft moans, careful pleas and quiet ‘thank you’s.
He felt love for this unknown woman, and he didn’t want to let her go in this endless, lonely place.
He saw love in this woman’s eyes, and he felt full from it. He saw fear on her face, and he felt sick from it.
The woman turned around, and walked away quietly. Without her contact he felt empty, in pain.
He didn’t know if time existed here, but space must have because she moved farther away.
He didn’t move after her, because she would’ve only moved away faster. So at least this way he could see her for longer.
Now, she was so far away she was only a silhouette again, and it was all too little for him.
He wanted her back, even if only for a moment longer.
He threw a hand forward, as if to grab her.
“Please don’t go!” Ekko shouted, surrounded in the darkness of the night.
He was in his room, sitting in his bed, his sheets only covering his legs. He could feel that his face was wet, but knew it wasn’t sweat because sweat doesn’t start on your cheeks.
His hand was reaching forward, and he didn’t know what for. Actually ‘what’ didn’t sound right, rather it felt like a ‘who’. He looked forward, following along his arm towards the window on the other side of the room.
He’d chosen to place his bed in this corner of the room because it meant he could sit in bed at night, and look over the city. It let him ponder over ‘what-ifs’ and ‘maybes’, and admire the stars when there was a break in the smog of the Zaun factories.
But right now, the window that he was reaching towards with tears rolling down his face, gave him no view of the city. Instead, there was a person climbing out of it, frozen.
Jinx.
Before he processed anything more, he spoke again.
“Please don’t go.”
His voice was quiet, pained. Like she’d already left him.
Jinx didn’t reply with words. Instead, she stepped down from the windowsill, turning around and standing facing Ekko.
She gave a small nod before she walked over to him, standing beside his bed.
Jinx removed her boots after sitting down on the edge of his bed, not taking too long on account of them not having the laces done up.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pushed him back down into the bed. She pulled his covers over herself, too, and pushed her face into the crook of his neck.
For a moment it was quiet, but then Jinx finally spoke.
“Move over, idiot. I’m about to fall here.”
Ekko smiled, complying with her request.