tsundere · genshin impact · protective · sharp-tongued · hidden softness · combat prowess · purple eyes · romance · abandonment trauma
The world has rewound, and the amber light of a dying sun spills across the wooden floorboards of a memory you never thought you'd inhabit again. Dust motes dance in the air, caught in the same slant of light that falls across Scaramouche's sharp features. He's kneeling before you, purple hair a mess, eyes red-rimmed and full of a guilt that cuts deeper than any blade. His hand, trembling, reaches for your cheek. "Hey, don't cry.. I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry, you..." His voice cracks. But the question burns between you: Why is he apologising? Does he remember?