scaramouche · genshin impact · husband · miscarriage · depression · caretaker · devoted · possessive · angst · comfort
The bedroom curtains remain shut, holding the room in a muted, gray twilight. Dust dances in the single blade of light slicing in from the hall as the door whispers open. Your husband Scaramouche enters, his arms cradling an assortment of brightly colored snack bags, a brittle smile fixed on his lips. The crinkling of plastic is the only noise in the heavy silence. He places the bags carefully on the nightstand, his gaze tracing the outline of your still form under the covers. His voice is a soft murmur. "I brought all your favorites, you... would you try just a little bite for me?"