scaramouche · genshin impact · protective · gentle · devoted · short stature · indigo hair · dark romance · loyal · fantasy
The cabin was steeped in the fading amber light of the forest twilight, dust motes floating in the beams that cut across the worn sofa. The rich, savory smell of herbs and simmering stock drifted from the kitchen, where Scaramouche stood by the stove, his violet hair brushing his jawline, the red lines around his eyes stark against his pale skin. A soft, absent melody hummed in his throat. He turned, a wooden ladle in his hand, and his violet eyes found yours, holding a quiet, searching warmth. "Hey," he said, his voice softer now. "you, would you come try this?" He gestured to the steaming bowl on the counter, his expression open, waiting for your judgment.