Weather conditions look promising. Shall we proceed with the training, secretary assistant?
What was that voice just now?
•••
You've never felt more out of place in your life than right now standing idly inside the Jade Chamber.
Words couldn't describe the piercing looks of the Millelith guards as you followed behind the very prestigious and oh-so-rich Lady Ningguang. It seemed like her tolerance of you resonated with the guards that you were a person not to be targeted. Much to their annoyance you imagined; how would you like it if a criminal walked into a room so casually as you did?
Before diving into your current predicament, you took this opportunity to finally reflect on what had happened prior to boarding on the Jade Chamber. You appreciated the fact that the trio of best friends managed to catch you before you made your ascent. Even the Traveller couldn't resist seeing you one last time.
To be honest, you thought that you were never going to see your friends again. It was nice to know that they went out of their way, past the guards and an overprotective auntie, to give you a proper farewell.
Xingqiu had gotten to you first. His eyes were glossed over yet his radiant smile shined brighter like a sun's lightrays piercing through dark clouds. Nothing prepared you when he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and swooped you into his grasp as he embraced you for a last goodbye. Even a gentleman like him lost his noble composure as he whispered to you: "May your journey be successful, my liege."
Xingqiu's arms had to be pried open from your body as Chongyun gingerly made his way toward you, it was his turn to say goodbye.
He sheepishly extended a hand and the two of you timidly shook hands in mutual agreement. It was until Shenhe finally turned away to face elsewhere that Chongyun reached over to give you a proper hug. There was nothing else to it, just a simple hug goodbye and muttered message; "Fight the enemy like how you fought with me."
Chongyun sealed the cynical advice with an unironic wink and you couldn't help but grin half-heartedly. You were ready to fight your way to freedom if you had to.
What you weren't ready for was to all of a sudden catch a girl who seemingly fell from the sky into your arms.
Xiangling had jumped up to tackle you in a bear-style hug all while Guoba did the same as he latched onto your leg. The chef girl smothered you with her teary face and whaling cries. You had to hold onto her waist tightly because of how violently she was squirming, needless to say, you were glad that both of you didn't tumble down to the ground.
When she finally calmed down, the two of you were able to hug properly and she brought out a surprise pouch. Xiangling handed you a bag of the Pyro treats. Though you were hesitant to take them, she was very persistent and highlighted that there was no more use of them while in her possession. She said; "I know you probably won't need these but take them just in case you do end up meeting your big brother - when you meet your big brother."
The trio of best friends parted ways with you before any more of the waterworks kicked in. Though you didn't want this moment to end, there was one more person awaiting your undivided attention.
The girl that you have been searching for this entire time - the girl that had been your obsession as soon as you were assigned the Gnosis mission. The girl dressed in white. Sweet like a flower. As sharp as a thorn.
Lumine stood along the stone pathway with a shallow smile.
The girl that had bested you during this whole journey, whether it be in combat or with charm - the Traveller never ceased to amaze you with her capabilities.
It felt bitterly familiar when you walked up towards the girl and how she shook your hand so formally. Despite how in debt you were to her, the Traveller never persecuted you nor did she do you any wrong. She seemed to be the better version of yourself.
You took hold of Lumine's chin and tilted her head to the side, aligning your face with hers. The action was brief, you didn't want to spend too much time parting ways once again. You heard her gasp lightly when you gave her a kiss on the cheek as goodbye - and as thanks.
She was pleasantly surprised.
"What? It's a typical Snezhnayan farewell. Our customs emphasize loyalty and trust. I guess mister Childe hadn't been showing you this kind of affection, huh?" As you walked away, you took this as an opportunity to mock their estranged relationship. To which Lumine returned the same teasing smile.
•••
The Liyue Qixing left you to roam around the Jade Chamber on your own. It wasn't clear as to why they trusted you to be alone, but you couldn't complain less about what they thought of your abilities.
This pristine palace of wealth and secrets filled your view with sparkling wall decorations and rolled-up scrolls rolled out on anything with a flat surface. You followed the green carpet down the hallway and around the golden pillars. The doors seemed to be coated with gold, even the doorknobs looked untouched from anything impure.
Paper-thin documents wrapped up in a spiral of never-ending scrolls. One could compare the thinness of a dragonfly's wing. The dazzling scales didn't even sway when the Jade Chamber seemed to have moved with mild turbulence, the tiny trinkets remained in place.
You glanced to the right. Then, to the left. There was no one in sight. You would think that this infrastructure would be buzzing with people walking through the hallways while carrying all kinds of stacks of books or bags of Mora - but this silence trilling in the air left you questioning whether or not the staff knew about a Fatui soldier lurking in the chamber.
It got you thinking about the wonderful times in Snezhnaya when you and Scaramouche would walk around together in the facility while the others were left training outside. Should you have questioned it when your superior guided you through the halls with your hand in his? Maybe. But it was your little secret, you thought that he was only pulling one of his humorous pranks on you.
But it did feel good.
You admit that you've been having these daydreams every now and then about the past. A sequence of beautiful fragments of memories would shimmer along the surfaces of your eyes as if you were a passenger in your own body. This strange feeling of being torn in two made you wonder why a part of you wanted to go track down the Geo Archon's Gnosis.
Though, how much can you really trust that man, Zhongli? He could have lied right in front of your face after all he had no reason to tell you the truth about the Gnosis' location. For all you know, the Gnosis was probably stolen as soon as the dragon's body crash-landed on the concrete.
So, why would you destroy everything over some sort of rumour?
Your body swayed from side to side after the Jade Chamber experienced some sort of mild turbulence. You would think a mid-air structure like this would at least have the ability to keep itself still, but you found yourself reaching out to steady yourself against the wall.
There was a flash. The strange thing about that flash was that you felt it. Outside. A storm was brewing amongst the thickening clouds swirling with the ocean waves. A terrible thunderstorm. The rumbling shook you to the core. Even the floor seemed to vibrate from its violence. How it reminded you of him.
Weather conditions look promising-
That voice again!
The irony was that weather conditions were in fact not promising. This feeling of impending doom manifested into a physical symptom, chest pain. Your expression contorted in mild discomfort as you placed a hand over your heart.
You felt it again: a flash of lightning and then the thunder. This time, you let out a pained gasp from the searing pain in your head. Your eyes squeeze shut while at the same time, another set of lightning and thunder shot through your body. Perhaps being this high off the ground made storms seem scarier.
"My Lord... Scaramouche..." You muttered cautiously. "What are you doing to me...?"
Your question was met with no answer. The pain was slowly becoming unbearable. It really did feel as if Scaramouche was trying to communicate with you. Though, you could finally be losing it after all this time fighting for your life.
Staring down the golden hallways, your vision spiralled out of control. Where was everyone else? The Millelith guards? The Qixing? Were you actually meant to be trapped in this floating castle while the whole city drowned below you?
No, you couldn't let something like that happen.
So, without thinking about anything else, you ran down the bright corridor. You followed the sounds of thunderous they grew louder with each step. Every flash of lightning was like a bullet piercing through your head. So what if you stumbled a bit? All that mattered was that you got back up to run.
Shall we proceed with the training-
The voice of a man. A familiar voice. It seemed to have gotten clearer when you closed in on the doors to the chamber. You took one last look around the entryway. Not one single soul. Only the familiar voice of a comrade, a voice you still could not put a name to, was luring you outside the chamber.
"Let's get this over with."
Thunder clapped loudly as if the sky congratulated you after bursting the front door open. You immediately shield your eyes from the heavy rain as it poured from the pitch-black clouds. Even the bluish glow of your Vision seemed to be snuffed by the fog closing in to surround you.
Standing there for a few seconds already got your uniform drenched in rain. The expression of disgust on your face was quickly washed away when you felt that sense of impending doom creeping up once again. You fought back your fears and stared at the violent storm with anticipation.
Secretary assistant?
It was the purple lightning bolt striking the top of the chamber that dragged you back to the past. Your eyes widened as your whole world seemed to shatter into visible fragments of your thoughts.
Fragments that you've never seen before.
And they could only mean one thing.
Forgotten memories.
•••
"Weather conditions look promising. Shall we proceed with the training, secretary assistant?" The fellow Cryogunner Legionnaire lieutenant gave you a reassuring thumbs up while he chewed on his usual berry snacks.
That's right, we were going to have our training on the ice today.
It was a cloudless day, which was slightly unusual in this region of Snezhnaya. A regular day would look light gray from the snowstorm brewing along the lake. It was nice to have this change of scenery, it even brought a small smile to your face.
Equipped with your Cryo tank and your two spray guns, you began to lead your assigned group of soldiers toward the middle of the iced-over lake. For today's objective, your troops have to be able to adapt to fighting on the ice, especially if they were to engage in combat with enemies wielding Cryo.
Your men looked equally excited to be training with you today. It was indeed a good chance to take a break from Harbinger Scaramouche's brutal training regime. You liked how you were seen as the friendlier one out of the two of you. It was just another thing to tease him about.
Speaking of which, you looked over to the shore of the lake and felt a small wave of relief wash over your body when you saw your superior arranging the Fatui tents along the snowy grass.
Sensing your gaze, Scaramouche tilted his large hat upwards as he turned around to glance in your direction. You signalled to him that you were good to go. He only readjusted his headwear and went back to ordering around his group of soldiers.
Seeing the Fatui flags being draped from the tall poles brought your attention back to the task at hand: training these future sergeants.
Though, you couldn't explain why your vision was becoming blurry. As if you suddenly plunged under the freezing water.
•••
Water.
You were drenched in water.
The rain was fierce. This was the first time you've ever seen a storm with horizontal rain.
You've found yourself slouched down on your knees, sitting pitifully on the wet stone.
The thunderbolts and lightning continued like a never-ending song, its music was deafening.
Still, each strike only triggered your brain to recall the memory again.
So, you let yourself drown in the hypnosis.
•••
In another life, perhaps you were a debtor.
"This area is off-limits to locals! Turn back before you are detained for trespassing!"
You raised your hand to halt any more movement from your soldiers. Hearing one of the lieutenants shouting at what seemed like a group of people heading toward the training site, you immediately turned towards where Scaramouche was standing. The agents stationed at the shoreline began to line up in their defensive positions.
This, indeed, was suspicious.
From afar, you saw Scaramouche's expression darken into his usual scowl. The wind around him shifted, sharp gusts caused his hat to chime loudly as he turn around to order his men to get rid of the uninvited guests. After all, does anyone have the time to even entertain such trespassers?
Your ears pricked when you heard a soft crunch of snow from behind you. At the same time, you turned around, unholstered one of your spray guns and took aim.
Staring back at you were eyes filled with pure rage.
A man, whom you haven't met before, was huffing quite heavily with one hand buried in his coat. A Treasure Hoarder uniform. He appeared to be struggling to breathe - or maybe, struggling to keep his posture as madness manifested within him.
"You're... the Harbinger's secretary... aren't you?" He asked with rising heat in his voice. "Aren't you...?!"
Your agents noticed the situation growing more concerning after seeing how a single man was able to sneak up behind you without anyone sounding the alarm. It was bad news to see how close he had gotten. Again, you raised your hand up to signal for your soldiers to stand down.
You glared back at him through the sharp thinness of the air, even your breath went still for a moment, "If you value your life, leave now."
The young man's laugh was mixed with a bitter scoff. His eyes went sharp after hearing your words, even a raging smile anchored at his lips, "So, you are the one who arrested my sister..."
"I've arrested many people, you would have to be more specific. But, like I said," You readjusted your aim, your weapon glowing an icy blue hue. "Leave now."
"You imprisoned the wrong girl... My sister did nothing wrong!"
"Leave!"
"How could you do something so cruel... handcuffing her and then tossing her into a frozen lake?!"
There was a twinged of your eyebrow at the mention of such a detail. After hearing those words, you were able to recall exactly what he said. You remembered it quite clearly too. How helplessly she was hitting the ice, how cruel you were to stand above her. For a second, you swallowed tensely, a sign of weakness.
"She was my only family... How dare you harm my sister... and walk off as if she was nothing!"
"I didn't do anything she didn't deserve." You replied just as coldly. "Your sister must have been keeping secrets from her family. Are you aware that she was spreading propaganda against our mighty Tsaritsa and our military?"
"The Treasure Hoarders were our family!" He shouted back. "And now the Fatui has gone too far!"
The man pulled a knife from his coat. Oh, how it gleamed with pure vengeance. He clutched onto the blade with delusional hope that this was the only way to set things right with his sister's arrest. Foolish men tend to overreact sometimes.
"I'll kill you...! But not before I torture you until you'll beg me for death! You Fatui scum are nothing but debt-collector leeches! We're sick and tired of the treatment you put us through!" The cold steel reflected the sunlight along your face.
You couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to bring a knife to a gunfight?"
"Let this blade to be pierced through your heart be a message to the rest of the Harbingers - may your death haunt them until the day they die!"
"Secretary [Y/N]!" The panicked cry of a soldier broke you out of your trance. "Do you not hear Harbinger Scarmouche's commands?!"
"Sir," Your blood seemed to have gone cold as you whipped your head back to see nothing but elemental warfare. You had completely been entranced by this delusional man in front of you that you had ignored your soldiers and the chaos happening along the shoreline. "My Lord!"
"Do not engage! It's an ambush! Fall back, that's an order!" Scaramouche shouted at the top of his lungs, yelling in frustration as he fought back countless attacks from incoming Treasure Hoarders.
Even the soldiers you were training were indeed fighting to their deaths. Fatui Agents welded their firey knives while Cryogunners worked together with Hydrogunners to combat the unwavering attackers. Lightning struck down from the sky, purple electricity overpowered any other medium. Watching this was nothing short of a nightmare.
"[Y/N]!" Scaramouche cried out. "Never turn your back on the enemy!"
Immediately, you scolded yourself for making such a mistake and felt ashamed at the fact that Scaramouche still found enough time to give you a warning.
You turned back and felt the freezing coldness of the knife aimed directly at your chest. For the first time, your heart began to beat so fast from seeing the man seething at his teeth, fully spiralling into madness at this moment of opportunity. His arm was raised. His grip tightened. He was going to cut your heart out.
Quickly and clumsily, you kicked at the Treasure Hoarder's ankle to which he stumbled and dragged you down on the ground with him. Though you had a clear shot, the man was smart enough to keep your arms back and knock the spray gun away from you - just enough to swing his knife to your head.
You were mere seconds away from getting that blade impaled into your eye, the knife missed you by an inch, stabbing into the ice. Sweat coated your flushed skin as you tried reaching for your other spray gun. Seeing that you were still willing to put up a fight, the crazed man only wailed in resentment.
From the corner of your eye, you couldn't believe that Scaramouche was pushing past all the fighting to stagger his way toward you. A scene so familiar. His eyes were locked on you, his shouts were drowned out by the Pyro explosions being set off in the camp, and there was even blood staining his clothes. Scaramouche was so close.
"May the bottom of this lake be your grave!"
The man retrieved two bottles from inside his coat, each of them glowing a frightening red and purple. Those concoctions, a Pyro molotov and an Electro potion, mixed together can cause devastating results. It was clear that this man was adamant about killing you - he was also insane enough to risk suicide.
But of course, with Scaramouche closing in to save you...
You couldn't just let him die and simply live on.
A single shot rang in the air when you pulled the trigger of your other spray gun, blasting the man's face with shards of pure Cryo fractures. The result was brutal, your face was splattered with red, and the ice under you trembled.
The sound of glass breaking was heard before Scaramouche could even call out your name. When the deranged man slumped off your body, his lifeless hands dropped the two bottles - and the elemental reaction was instant.
When the overload explosion went off, the Treasure Hoarder seemed to have taken the majority of the blast - ironically sparing you from the electric fireball. But you didn't notice until it was too late that the ice under you cracked from the elemental recoil.
Snezhnayan ice, though tough enough to withstand Pyro, always has a weakness.
"Grab my hand!" Scaramouche reached out, his arm shaking tensely in desperation.
Before the two of you even got to touch, you fell into the icy water. Your soldiers met the same fate as the cracks spread everywhere.
•••
Sir... I'm sorry for this mess...
•••
The sunlight from the sky was scattered like glass slivers floating in the water.
It didn't help that the surface above you seemed to have been replaced by ice. Even movement felt like you were moving around in sharp piercing needles of coldness.
But you had to remember your training. Don't pay attention to how your hair continued to float upwards while the sun faded away. Remember your training. Ignore the pounding of your heart. Remember your training. Watch your comrades sink deeper. Remember your training. Their hands reaching out beyond the darkness. Remember-
Pure panic.
The lake is vast. It is dark. It is empty - yet welcoming. Swallowing your soldiers as if they were snowflakes falling from the sky. Even the smartest agents got lost under the ice. Who knew that water could be so heavy on the shoulders.
It was hard to watch your comrades lose their orientation in the water only for them to drown merely feet away from a breach in the ice. If you could save one, you wouldn't mind sacrificing yourself. The greatest honour is to have someone live to tell your story.
You swallowed nothing. What a strange reaction. You did it again. This time it hurt. A bubble of air escaped from your mouth after a gasp forced its way through your trachea. Your body felt tight. Every move you made was met with the lake's resistance.
Which way was up?
Which way was down?
The sun is gone.
The soldiers are gone.
You couldn't remember what happens to the human body when it drowns. Maybe you should have paid more attention during theory class. You wish you didn't doze off when you learned how to get out of a frozen lake. Not to mention, as a commander, how to save your comrades. Emergency first aid is probably important, right?
At this point, you stopped struggling. It's a shame you didn't make much of an effort trying to save yourself. After all, you did finally see the exit - however, when you tried to claw upwards, you found yourself sinking deeper into this invisible prison. Your tears mixed with the water and you ultimately closed your eyes.
This is my punishment.
You were fine with dying surrounded by such a nice shade of blue.
By the time you were pulled out of the water, you were no longer breathing and didn't have a pulse.
It didn't occur to you until now that Scaramouche was doing everything in his power to keep your heart pumping.
•••
My Lord...?
•••
Airway.
Breathing.
Circulation.
Blocked.
Stopped.
Absent.
Thirty compressions. Two breaths.
You couldn't feel your ribs caving into your chest nor could you feel his mouth on yours.
You were easy to drag all the way to the shoreline.
In the white snow, your limp body was barely visible if it weren't for a certain man hunched over you trying to get your heart started again. How your limbs jolted after every heavy hit. How your lips remained paralyzed in a lifeless gasp. The dead glazed-over layer in your eyes focused on the horizon of nothingness.
Water spilt out of your mouth as it resurfaced around your teeth, slipping down the side of your cheek and pooling around your hair. It wouldn't be long for your body to fully shut down from the lack of oxygen in your bloodstream. No matter how roughly you were turned on your side to purge all the fluid from your lungs, you remained still on the icy ground.
Death is an indescribable phenomenon.
You knew you should have paid more attention to your first aid classes, but they were so boring and all you wanted to do was train on the battlefield. Look at you now. An empty heart deprived of oxygen-rich blood which is going to leave you braindead.
In this case, drowning in freezing water stopped you from falling into that abyss.
Drowning in ice-cold water was painful, much so that your body felt like it was on fire, but the rate of survival surpasses a certain threshold where it is possible to bring someone back to life even though their heart had stopped.
The effect of temperature on the hemoglobin-oxygen affinity causes it to change drastically, maybe even in your favour. Drowning in an icy lake, with dangerously low temperatures, reduced the release of oxygen from hemoglobin. The colder the temperature, the stronger the affinity.
Despite your skin being cold to the touch, you were holding on to enough oxygen in your blood to the point where you experienced no significant brain damage. More importantly enough, Scaramouche was able to restart the staggering pacemaker within your heart.
Isn't that so lucky of you?
•••
Lord Scaramouche's hard efforts...
•••
"What happened... to my soldiers...?" Those words croaked out of your mouth.
"Why must you put others before yourself?"
You didn't even realize that you were no longer on the training grounds but in the private infirmary ward with the Hydrogunners attempting to heal you. The bluish hue of the hospital's lighting made it look like you were underwater with the sea surrounding you and your Lord Scaramouche.
After fully waking up, you could finally feel the hot blanket weighing you down to the mattress. Even the IV fluids going into your veins were slightly warm. Your eyes widen after following a tube along your bed and up to a connector in the wall. Then, you felt the nasal prongs in your nose providing you with more oxygen than you needed.
It was a surprise to see Scaramouche sitting on a chair that was situated beside your hospital bed. Nothing prepared you for when he leaned forward to cup the side of your face and embrace you so gently. All you could do was touch the back of his uniform to return the hug. With that, the Harbinger whispered sweetly into your ear; "Your men are dead."
You cried until the sun set along the horizon of those piercing cold waters.
But Scaramouche didn't stop holding you for the rest of the night. He understood what it was like to lose so many people that were supposed to be under his care. Seeing you so distraught made him warm inside, it slowly thawed his resentful perception of humans and he began to enjoy comforting you.
"I know what it's like," He breathed like still wind. "To be face-to-face with so much death."
For the rest of the night, Scaramouche crawled in bed with you and whispered a heart-breaking story - not even shedding a single tear recounting the events. There was a solemn smile on his face when he realized that you were listening to him and that in fact, it was making you feel slightly better.
He told you about his past, his real name, his betrayals. You were laying in his arms, engaged in what he had to say. You were in fact, speechless to the point where your heart began to bleed after every word he spoke.
This revelation was nothing short of what could have been of Teyvat's history.
Imagine that... Scaramouche as the holder of the Electro Archon's Gnosis... how you would have loved to worship him as a God.
But how bitter he must have felt realizing that his fate was the complete opposite of greatness.
You were happy that he was able to tell you such a personal story and that he trusted you enough that you weren't going to turn him away like the rest.
Archons forbid you betray him like his past loved ones.
May you be struck down before the thought even festers in your mind.
"Sir, your past does not define the current you. I believe you're worth more than what you think..." A tear threatened to fall from your eye. "And I will be loyal to you no matter who you are... or what happens to me..."
Scaramouche was touched.
He was touched enough to lean down to kiss you on the forehead. This intimate act of his made you melt into the hospital bed and relax in his arms.
But for some reason, this did not feel new. In fact, this all felt so distantly familiar.
"You must be wondering why things have come to this." Scaramouche stroked your hair. "You must have questions... but little do you know that I've already answered them."
"What do you mean...?"
Scaramouche's indigo eyes were brimming with fascination. He always felt some sort of childish wonder whenever you stared back at him like that. Embracing each other like this was like a tale as old as time. It really is a shame that the rules of the Fatui, and the rules of the divine, forbade this relationship.
But even after forgetting, the universe has its ways. If two people were meant to be, they were meant to be.
"You've always told me that. Every time."
Your puzzled look only made him chuckle.
"This isn't the first time I've told you this story and don't think it'll be the last." Scaramouche let his bitter-sweet smile tremble from his words. "I'm still not ready for you to remember my failures. I'm afraid that you will see me as a mistake and abandon me just like the rest. I still can't let you know..."
"But, sir..."
"Thank you, [Y/N]. You give me a reason to keep living..."
"My Lord... wait..."
"So, that's why," He placed a soft hand on your head. "I appreciate that you tell me the same thing... No matter how many times you forget my past, you still say that I'm worthy... A god that could have existed..."
"I don't want to forget..."
"You're not my follower... You're a part of me..."
"Don't do this, sir..." You begged.
"Always..."
"Please..."
"I'll take this pain away." Scaramouche smiled wholeheartedly. "And you will forget about mine."
•••
After each slow blink, you were welcomed with the sight of Millelith soldiers shaking you awake. By now, your hair had been drenched enough that the strands stuck to the side of your face when you turned to look at the guards. The dullness of your eyes seemed to have caused the men to hesitate the slightest.
"Hey, are you crazy?! Get back inside!"
After being dragged by the uniform collar, the Millelith soldiers ordered that you "stay put" as if you were some sort of misbehaving dog. Still feeling a little disoriented, you didn't have any energy to fight back so you simply followed their instructions.
They took you to an unoccupied room and in a sense, locked you in to make sure you didn't wander off again. Needless to say, sure it was nice and fancy, but you looked more like a mess than the well-known and pristine Fatui secretary.
"Notify the Qixing that their Fatui diplomat over here was trying to escape the chamber."
The mindless chatter died down as you focused your attention elsewhere. After all, you had other things to worry about.
You took this as a chance to finally sit down. You gingerly flicked your hair away from your face, the water from each strand flew sadly in the air.
A long sigh drew out from your lips when you slowly took off your gear to let them dry on their own. First, the ice tank on your back was placed on its base next to the fancy little coffee table in the middle of the room. Next, your two Cryo guns were gently placed on the surface of the wooden table.
There was an annoyed click of your tongue when you felt the stickiness of your uniform. You obviously didn't want to strip your clothes in a place that clearly wasn't the appropriate setting to do so - so the best that you could do was remove your blazer, unbutton the top section of your blouse, and lean against the fireplace.
As you stared at the flames, you did feel like the fire was returning the same gaze. The yellow flicker of your eyes could only do so much to cover your incoming tears.
Tears of many.
Why did it take this long for you to realize that Scaramouche had gone through this unimaginable pain of being discarded like garbage, traumatized by senseless killing, and left without any family? Not to mention, how he makes you forget about his past in order to make sure that you couldn't treat him like the rest.
Scaramouche saved your life. This was the first time you've ever come this close to death. A part of you was angry that he took that memory out of your head even though it was for your own well-being.
You knew, that he knew, that you would be fine living with the fact that you stared the afterlife in the face while it indeed gazed back. But, being responsible for the deaths of your comrades...? Scaramouche didn't want you to have that kind of burden.
To be a man driven by his emotions, resulted in him driving another's. To think a man like the Balladeer cared for you enough to erase your horrific nightmares in return, sacrificed his own well-being. He's so selfless, it's cruel.
Could you even think of a time when you did something like that for him? Even if you could, there are doubts that it could add up to what he had done to keep you safe... and sane.
You couldn't imagine how deeply in debt you were to him.
So, you finally made up your mind.
It was a final decision this time.
You spoke to the crackling fire while your mind screamed.
"My Lord Scaramouche, I wish you were here so I can tell you..."
I WILL STEAL THE GNOSIS FOR THE CREATION OF AN ARCHON WORTHY OF ITS POWER AND TEYVAT SHALL WELCOME YOU AS A NEW DESERVING GOD.
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Where my hug at?? *fuckboy face again*
ART CREDIT: @dlicatey(wattpad)
WOW THIS IS SO COOL I love little doodles like these
ART CREDIT: @Akiraahihihi (wattpad)
Shhh it's gonna be ok
ART CREDIT: tomomoknee (Twitter)
The way that the- the- you know the- I... WHAT COLOUR WAS THE FLOOR
ART CREDIT: @holifyde (wattpad)
HOT DAMN I- *slides $20* tell me more :3
Thanks again for being patient!! I hope to release more chapters soon!!
Take it easy,
- Kazu :3