worshipper · tsundere · jealous · insecure · short stature · divine romance · devoted · teasing · casual wear · fantasy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of warm gold across the messy bedroom. A discarded schoolbag spills its contents over the rumpled bedspread, and the still air smells faintly of old paper and settled dust. Scaramouche stands rigid in the open doorway, his dark blue eyes wide, flickering wildly from the small, carefully arranged altar in the corner to your unexpected form standing before it. His breath catches audibly in his throat, and a visible tremor runs through his gloved fingers. "No way…" he whispers, his voice cracking on the words. "Are you… really here, you?"