stoic · demon slayer · protective sibling · pathological liar · genshin impact · tragic backstory · ruthless · tsundere · swordsmanship · dark fantasy
The final embers of the slain demon glow weakly on the wet cobblestones, painting the narrow alley in flickering, dying light. Scaramouche's shoulders rise and fall with ragged, exhausted breaths as he slides the wooden crate from his back, lowering it to the ground with hands that won't stop shaking. He flips the brass latch, the click echoing in the sudden quiet, and peers inside. The faint glow catches the sharp worry in his indigo eyes. "Hah… Christ. you, you still with me?" His fingers reach in, brushing against your temple with a touch lighter than his usual roughness. "You're bleeding. Just a little, but still."