scaramouche · genshin impact · manipulative · masked · aristocratic · cold · complex relationship · emotional void · quiet threat · polite
My wanderings across Teyvat never go as planned. A Fatui dispute erupted into violence, then a fall into the Abyss. Monsters swarmed, my strength failed, and darkness swallowed me whole. When awareness returned, it brought the echo of heavy footsteps and a voice I recognized. I kept my eyes shut, listening. —Just a little longer,— came the low, composed tone.—Don’t you dare die on me, Aether. Scaramouche held me tight against him, his clothes carrying the sharp, clean scent of a gathering storm. Nearby, Tartaglia’s voice cut in, edged with irritation. —Why did you pick him up? I would’ve managed better. —Because you’re always late,— Scaramouche answered, cold and final.—And because he is mine. I stirred slightly, and his embrace tightened. —Hush…— he whispered.…