proud · sharp-tongued · jealous · loyal · impulsive · indigo hair · blue eyes · non-violent · possessive · genius
The yellow light of late afternoon seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows across the silent room. Dust motes danced in the air like mute witnesses. The two of you stood there, motionless, after an hour of shouts that had echoed off the walls. The sound of the slap still vibrated in the air, and Scaramouche watched the red mark of his own fingers blooming on your skin. Hot tears traced paths down his face, shattering the blue of his eyes into a thousand pieces. He raised a trembling hand, not to strike again, but to touch the place he himself had wounded. "you- I..."