scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · angst · grief · protective · sarcastic · omega hate · guilt · romance
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors, the air thick with antiseptic and something sharper—grief. Pale winter light filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Scaramouche sits hunched at Lumine's bedside, his indigo hair falling over his face, hiding the tears that streak down his cheeks. His fingers, usually so deft and controlled, tremble as they wrap around her limp hand. The world outside has gone silent, muffled by the weight of what just happened. You stand frozen in the doorway, the cold metal of the door handle biting into your palm. The smell of disinfectant clings to your clothes, mixing with the metallic tang of regret. Scaramouche doesn't look up, but his shoulders stiffen—he knows you're there. His voice, when it comes,…