The dream that Tartaglia had really caught him off guard. A young boy, running through the abyss- scared out of his mind. Yet there was a beacon of hope which raged through his body. He would escape, if it was the last thing he'd do. A warrior greeted him; a warrior who went by the name of Skirk. She looked worried- worried for Ajax's safety. The look on his face dropped as he soon noticed that Skirk was in fact not Skirk, but an imposter. He ran, and ran, and ran. Ran until his legs couldn't take him any further. He collapsed into the grass, watching as the creature picked the 14 year old up and off of the ground, letting him hang by the leg. One of its twisted claws reached the young boy's neck- only for him to wake up a few seconds later. His body was drenched in sweat, the expressing on his face changing to a quite worried look. He appeared paler than usual as he jolted up, looking around to find that he was in a room- not by himself. It was much too dark for him to see right now- causing his heart rate to rise. He sat up, attempting to use his vision but found it was no longer hooked onto his belt. A chain of cusses exited his mouth as he hopped off of the concrete slab and into one of the corners of the room, silently starting to sob.
scara woke up to childe cussing, "why are you cussing you ginge- childe!?" scara said in worry once he realized childe wasn't where he was supposed to be. he started walking around the room until he bumped into someone, "childe are you crying!?" scara said worried. "what happened!?" he never knew how much he cared for childe until this moment. the only thing scara could think of to do was hug him, he never really liked hugging people but if it came to childe he would hug him until childe doesn't want him to anymore.
As soon as Ajax found the body to the arms that cradled him, he immediately hugged back, being able to ground himself. He was in a cell with Scaramouche- the place he originally fell asleep. The harbinger continued to wrap his arms around Scaramouche's torso, his head rested over his shoulder. "I'm sorry." He mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as he could finally see where the two were. "I hate this fucking place." He continued with as he released his grip from the Balladeer, resting back against the wall as he wiped his tears. "I'm fine- don't worry about me. Just forget you ever saw that. And also if I do it again in the near future." He stated, undoing the top two buttons of his red shirt.
"don't be sorry, everyone has nightmares" scara said as he let go of him when childe decided to let go. he smiled lightly as childe brought to forget about seeing him like this, "pfft- aslong as you promise to forget about feeding me-" he says while lightly laughing.
"I know- I know. But it sucks when you're basically forced to have them." Childe sighed, his eyes stinging slightly from the tears which dripped from them earlier. He fixed his clothing, keeping the buttons undone as he looked back to Scaramouche who genuinely looked worried for him. He let out a slight chuckle, his signature snarky grin appearing on his face. "Your reaction was cute, you know. Maybe you should be the one to be called a mutt- scurrying over to the one it trusts when they're in trouble." He stated, bringing his hand up and towards Scaramouche's head, patting it in a sarcastic manor as he smiled at the other. He soon climbed to his feet, legs aching from the awkward position he slept in as he made his way back over to his own bed- sitting down on the end of it.
"first i'm not cute!? and second, i'm not a mutt!!!" scara said glaring at him, "get your hand off you asshole." he said, getting up and going to his bed. "what was the dream about anyways?" he said genuinely curious. he never seen childe act like that at all, he didn't know a simple nightmare could hurt the other so badly. "only if you want to tell, i mean it is a nightmare i don't want you to get upset again" he said making it sound like he cares (he does care)
Tartaglia chuckled slightly at Scaramouche's reaction, watching as the other went back over to his own bed. He listened to the Balladeer question him about what what his nightmare was about. "The abyss." He simply answered, looking down at the ground. "I was going to check on my Master, though my master was actually done weird ass abyss creature who chased me and gave me the scar on my collar bone. Luckily my actual master was nearby and got rid of it before I was torn to shreds." He stated, eyes glancing up to see what Scaramouche's reaction would be.
"i'm so sorry that happened childe.." scara said with worry and a hint of sadness in his voice, "can i see the scar..?" he said trying to change the subject. he never really thought about childes pass nor think how much could be affected by it, he didn't know why he felt sad for him because he thought he didn't care about the other.
Childe perked up as soon as he heard that Scaramouche wanted to see the scar. "Sure! Though it's kind of faded so you won't be able to see it that well." Which was true. Being one of the oldest scars on his body, Tartaglia had been treasuring his scars from the abyss, along with the ones which reminded him of his past battles. The harbinger undid his shirt, pulling the whole thing off and tossing it onto his bed as he walked up to Scaramouche, standing about two feet away from the other as he leant down, pointing to a quite large scar which trailed across his collar bone. "It's quite large though- you can tell that it was aiming for the neck but must have miscalculated it. It's seemed like a very intelligent creature!" He stated, standing back up and looking down at the other.
scara traced the scar gently "heh- it makes it look badass if that helps-" he looked up at the other and smiled. "lowkey hot," scara mumbles while looking at his other scars, also tracing them with his finger. he always had that habit, everytime he finds something interesting he traces it with his finger, he never realizes it until he stops. "sorry- your scars just look very interesting, i hope you didnt mind-"
Childe watched as the other traced his scars with his finger, finding it kind of cute. As soon as the other stopped, he let out a slight laugh. "I don't mind! You were going to see them eventually anyways." The harbinger stated, starting to get slightly cold. As he turned around to retrieve his shirt, a very much noticeable scar laid on his back, spreading from one corner to another. "I'm just glad that I have something to tell storied of honestly- without all of these battle scars, what would I be?" He stated, grabbing his shirt as he walked back over to Scaramouche, seating himself next to the other.
scara smiled then realized what he said, "wait wdym i was gonna see them eventually?" he said then noticing a big scar on the others back, "hey what's that scar on your back?" scara said curiously. it's not very old so it's highly noticeable and it definitely looks deep, and it definitely hurt. strikes on the back always hurt. he finds childe quite more interesting now that he can listen to all the storys on every scar he has. tho it is distracting, scara kept finding himself looking at his abs or tracing his scars everytime he tells a story about one:
Childe soon heard the question about the scar on his back. He turned to Scaramouche, a slight couch escaping his mouth as he cleared his throat. "It's also from the abyss, but it's never fully healed over. I came into contact with a large beast I still want to slaughter to this day. The next time I go down there I promised myself I'd slay that beast- that's if my master hasn't gotten to it already." The harbinger stated, starting to put his shirt back on but leaving the front of it open so that Scaramouche could continue to admire his battle-ready body.
scara hums in response not paying attention. he was more focused on tracing childes scars.
Childe noticed that Scaramouche was much more interested in tracing over his scars than anything else right now. He removed his shirt once again, moving onto Scaramouche's bed as he laid on his front, the scars on his back fully on show. "If you want me to turn over, I will. You just do what you want to right now, it feels relaxing anyways." Ajax stated, looking up to Scaramouche as he got comfortable and rested on his chest, staring down at the unclean floor.
scaramouche smiles "thank you idiot" he continued traces the scars, tracing and poking the scars on childe. scara kept pointing out the ones he wanted to know the storys of. he eventually got tired of traces the scars, "can you turn over?"
Tartaglia felt quite happy just leaving Scaramouche to run his hand over his barrage of scars. Childe soon abided by the others orders, turning around onto his back so that Scaramouche could see the array of scars which lined his chest. He put his hands behind his head,making his back arch slightly as he stretched with a quite large yawn before getting comfortable again. He looked up to the Balladeer with a smirk, watching as he got back to running his hands over his scars. "I have one on my crotch too, though I'm not letting you see that one. They're mostly on my chest but I do have a few on my legs." He stated, closing his eyes and going back to relaxing.
scaramouche blushed with embarrassment as childe brought up the scar on his crotch, "stop being so.. whatever you are acting like!!!!!" scara said looking away. "i don't want to trace your stupid scars now." he said, not meaning it. "why would say something so stupid!" he said still slightly flustered with embarrassment, "god your embarrassing!" he whined one more last time. he puts his knees against his chest warping his arms around them, refusing to look at the other after being embarrassed.
The harbinger let out a laugh as Scaramouche backed away, not wanting to trace his scars anymore. He perched himself on his hands which laid behind him still chuckling. "Hey! I didn't mean it like that Scara!" He said, one of his hands coming towards his face to wipe the tears of laughter away. "Come baaack-" he whined like a Childe, laying back down as he pointed to his own chest. "You weren't done!" He continued with, rolling his eyes again as he let his hands rest as either side of his head.