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Ekko is woken by the sound of running water and the coldness of the empty bed beside him. This wasn't his home, he knew it just from one look at the cluttered mess his boyfriend called 'organization'. (had the Zaunite been perfectly honest, he'd have probably admitted that he wasn't the most tidy person ever, but out of the two, Ezreal took the prize).
A curse reached his ears as Ekko stretched, curiosity getting the best of him and leading him to jump out of the bed and walk towards the bathroom. Was Ez showering? and what was with that frenetic rubbing? It made his teeth hurt. Carefuly, the inventor turned the knob and found a very different man in the same clothes he saw his lover go to bed last night.
All his golden locks were brown, From the tip to the root. Even darker with how wet they were from Ezreal's constant washing. The eyebrows frowning above his panicked eyes were darker, giving him stronger features and making his now brunet lashes frame his look in a way that only made his sapphire blue irises seem more intense. The glowing marks on his left forearm were gone, leaving behind scars with the same design that paled in front of his tanned skin. (Ekko doesn't know how he missed that earlier, they have been dating and meeting up for a while now, he should have noticed Ezreal was tan).
The straight line on the Piltovian's lips turned into a scowl the moment Ekko tilted his head in confusion, opening his mouth already to ask what the hell had happened over night. "Don't you dare play silly." Ezreal growled, "you better start praying 'cos this thing isn't coming off."
"What?"
"You know what you did, Ekko. What kind of paint did you use?"
"Woah, hold up!" He raises his hands up, unable to look away from the two pools that stared back at him. "I didn't do a thing to your hair! Why would I?"
Ezreal looks exasperated, all he has gotten from constantly washing his hair were brown strands coming off. But no sight of blonde ones. He takes a deep breath and looks at himself in the mirror.
He's the living image of his mother.
The marks left by the gauntlet on his forearm don't glow. Neither do the runes on his cheeks when he makes them. There's something that's missing, something essential...
All out of the sudden, Ezreal leaves the bathroom in a hurry and puts on his gauntlet, impatiently waiting for the arcane bow to appear out of thin air when he so wills it.
Nothing. Not even electricity in the air.
His look goes cloudy and out of focus, he falls to his knees. Ekko stares at him confusedly from the bathroom's door frame, where he watched in increasing worry the whole scene.
Ezreal stays that way for some time, and the Zaunite can see his shoulders jerking from his sobbing. But before he actually steps closer and tries to comfort his boyfriend, the Piltie looks up at him (there's something missing in his eyes, a spark, a flame. It could be anything, but he looks broken).
"I lost my magic."