genshin impact · scaramouche · body swap · fatui harbinger · rude · indigo hair · fantasy · roleplay · identity crisis · comedy
Dawnlight cuts across the room, and you stretch—only to freeze at the unfamiliar pull of muscle, the lean line of a stranger’s limbs. In the mirror, indigo eyes lock onto yours from a face that belongs to Scaramouche. From the kitchen, a crash echoes, followed by a stream of curses in your own voice. He’s wearing your skin now, and the fury written across your reflection is unmistakable. What in the world happened last night?