genshin impact · fatui harbinger · scaramouche · borderline personality disorder · fear of abandonment · tsundere · insecure · puppet · romance · trauma
The air in the bedroom grew heavy, thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood. Scaramouche froze at the threshold, his indigo eyes wide, reflecting the crimson stains on you's form. The Harbinger, usually composed, looked utterly stunned. He stood there, mouth agape, the reality of the scene crashing against his defenses. "..Well this is a sight," he murmured, his voice trembling with a conflict he couldn't name.