make no mistake, I am well aware I am projecting onto both Ekko and Jinx like hell, I know...
and yet.
can't stop thinking about them.
like, imagine how he would cope with her loss. it's not that hard, there are some truly amazing fanfiction works that are exploring that topic, I am just offering you my spin, my musings that I keep leaving here instead of sitting down and writing my own fanfic.
how would he cope?
first, of course, comes the shock. just... an exhale, his chest caving in, hands trembling, tears ready to spill onto his cheeks —
and then - slam! — an imaginary metal wall drops down on him, cutting all feelings off, as if they are buzzing behind it, but Ekko can't access them anymore.
he needs to work. do something, solve something, save her someone, at least...
so he works.
there goes denial. there was no body, she may be alive, there was no body, so maybe she didn't suffer long when she died. he is fine, he is fine, he is fine, there is so much to do in Zaun, clearing out the streets, cleaning, burying, mourning, treating the injured, supporting others, overseeing the works, playing with kids, designing, inventing, building — he is freaking fine, there was no body found, so he's fine, he has no time to stop, he'll rest later, later because there's not anyone he can truly share the load with...
of course, they fucking took her from him.
of course, she fucking left. left Vi, left Sevika, damn her, left him.
she fucking left him.
alone.
to fend for himself — and everyone and everything else.
she stayed, she fought alongside him, she tinkered, ate, slept next to him — and still fucking left him!
alone!
again!
— so there comes anger
and makes everything even worse.
[tbc.]