Curate, connect, and discover
Jinx find herself surrounded by warmth. Warmth like none other that she has experienced before. As she slowly opens her eyes something white catches her eyes. Specially white hair. Knowing that her scribbles are never Ekko she isn’t filled with the fear that comes with her hallucinations. She is instead comforted that Ekko is here. With her.
As she lets her eyes drift away from the boy on top of her she looks around. Knowing that wherever they are is far too peaceful to be Zaun. Fearing that she may be dreaming, Jinx moves around Ekko to try and pinch herself. It doesn’t work though all things considered that Ekko moves around. Pinning her arms down.
As she struggles slightly to try and figure out if this is a dream. A thought hits her. Does she really want to know? Does she want to break this peaceful silence she has going? Or does she want to wake up back in Zaun? Against the little better judgement that she has left she stops trying to fight Ekko. After she stops fighting it Ekko lets up. Letting Jinx have free will of her arms.
She begins to hum to herself. Letting her fingers fiddle with his hair. She can hear a soft groan coming from him as she begins to massage his scalp. Just like he used to whenever he has braids in while they were kids. Jinx giggles softly to herself remembering how much Ekko would complain about his scalp hurting after someone put his hair into braids. He used to beg Jinx to massage his head to make it feel better.
Ekko slowly wakes up. He looks up at Jinx with a soft smile. A soft dopey smile is plastered on his face. “Good morning little lady.” Ekko says with a tinge of tease to it.
“Morning little man.” Jinx says poking his scalp while doing so.
Ekko pouts slightly before humming happily.