𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐎.
@hewhoshatteredtime.bsky.social
the boy savior.
/ sounds about right tbh ( it’s awful )
November 26, 2024 at 7:32 AM
/ sounds about right tbh ( it’s awful )
He’s taking the time to peek at some of the blueprints she got in hand, some sketched ideas attached in a note, some more of it scattered around the table.
“Could be a good idea. Maybe just separate the chamber with the fireworks a bit, have it point all the way up. What’s the powder for, anyway?”
“Could be a good idea. Maybe just separate the chamber with the fireworks a bit, have it point all the way up. What’s the powder for, anyway?”
November 26, 2024 at 7:30 AM
He’s taking the time to peek at some of the blueprints she got in hand, some sketched ideas attached in a note, some more of it scattered around the table.
“Could be a good idea. Maybe just separate the chamber with the fireworks a bit, have it point all the way up. What’s the powder for, anyway?”
“Could be a good idea. Maybe just separate the chamber with the fireworks a bit, have it point all the way up. What’s the powder for, anyway?”
What she says only earns a smile. And his eyes only returns to her, studying as much as he could of her face.
“Then, I’ll help with that, too.” He declares, finally shifting his gaze to her new little project.
“What are you working on?”
“Then, I’ll help with that, too.” He declares, finally shifting his gaze to her new little project.
“What are you working on?”
November 26, 2024 at 5:10 AM
What she says only earns a smile. And his eyes only returns to her, studying as much as he could of her face.
“Then, I’ll help with that, too.” He declares, finally shifting his gaze to her new little project.
“What are you working on?”
“Then, I’ll help with that, too.” He declares, finally shifting his gaze to her new little project.
“What are you working on?”
« he immediately shifts his gaze elsewhere, “You, uh. . . You don’t mind if I stick around for a bit, do you?”
November 26, 2024 at 4:27 AM
« he immediately shifts his gaze elsewhere, “You, uh. . . You don’t mind if I stick around for a bit, do you?”
“Yeah. I’m worried about that, too. . .” He chuckles, placing his hands right onto the table as he leaned his weight against it.
“Of course. Anytime.” He smiles, meeting her gaze, finding himself getting lost in it for longer than intended, and »
“Of course. Anytime.” He smiles, meeting her gaze, finding himself getting lost in it for longer than intended, and »
November 26, 2024 at 4:27 AM
“Yeah. I’m worried about that, too. . .” He chuckles, placing his hands right onto the table as he leaned his weight against it.
“Of course. Anytime.” He smiles, meeting her gaze, finding himself getting lost in it for longer than intended, and »
“Of course. Anytime.” He smiles, meeting her gaze, finding himself getting lost in it for longer than intended, and »
« just some distance away from whatever it was she was currently working on.
“Last thing I need is for you to blow yourself up.”
“Last thing I need is for you to blow yourself up.”
November 25, 2024 at 7:40 PM
« just some distance away from whatever it was she was currently working on.
“Last thing I need is for you to blow yourself up.”
“Last thing I need is for you to blow yourself up.”
“Yeah. I know,” He trails off, approaching her and her worktable, “But I saw some of your notes. And these weren’t going to go get themselves.”
He’s carefully placing each item and part on the table, »
He’s carefully placing each item and part on the table, »
November 25, 2024 at 7:40 PM
“Yeah. I know,” He trails off, approaching her and her worktable, “But I saw some of your notes. And these weren’t going to go get themselves.”
He’s carefully placing each item and part on the table, »
He’s carefully placing each item and part on the table, »
“Just me,” He answers, his hands up, or as much of it as he could spare, at least. His arms were still pretty much occupied, full of scrapped parts of various things, most of which were, well. . . 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, “Mind if you put that down? Pretty sensitive parts here.”
November 25, 2024 at 7:15 PM
“Just me,” He answers, his hands up, or as much of it as he could spare, at least. His arms were still pretty much occupied, full of scrapped parts of various things, most of which were, well. . . 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, “Mind if you put that down? Pretty sensitive parts here.”
━─┈ an independent portrayal of ekko, the boy who shattered time. potential mature themes ahead. descriptive and literate. ships with chem ( ms ) . crossovers welcome.
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November 25, 2024 at 7:02 PM
━─┈ an independent portrayal of ekko, the boy who shattered time. potential mature themes ahead. descriptive and literate. ships with chem ( ms ) . crossovers welcome.
# 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 .
# 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 .