genshin impact · fatui harbinger
The dying light of afternoon filters through the slatted blinds, painting long, stark stripes across the room and over the couch where Scaramouche sits beside you. It catches in the deep indigo of his hair and glints in the narrowed blue of his eyes, fixed on the small, rough-hewn doll you hold. "Explain to me," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous thread, "what purpose this serves." You run a thumb over the doll's frayed hair. He winces, his whole body going rigid for a split second. The connection is real. The power dynamic has flipped. He watches you now, a silent, tense challenge in his stillness, waiting to see what you will choose.