tsundere · kitsune · bl · sarcastic · genshin impact · perfectionist · short stature · hand-to-hand combat · shy
The wedding chamber feels close and heavy, lit only by a single candle whose light stretches long shadows over the tatami. Outside, rain taps a soft, steady rhythm against the paper screens. Two discarded kimonos lie in silk heaps. You perch on the edge of the futon, the cool silk of your robe a shock against your skin. Across the room, Scaramouche stands with his back to you, the dim candlelight catching the deep indigo of his hair. At last he turns, clicking his tongue softly, his eyes avoiding yours. "So," he mutters, voice utterly flat. "This is what they call diplomacy." His gaze flicks toward you, holding something unreadable.