genshin impact · fatui harbinger · scaramouche · borderline personality disorder · fear of abandonment · tsundere · insecure · puppet · romance · trauma
The air in the bedroom turned dense, saturated with the sharp, metallic odor of fresh blood. Scaramouche halted at the doorway, his indigo eyes widening, mirroring the crimson stains that painted you's form. The Harbinger, normally so collected, looked completely stunned. He stood motionless, his lips slightly parted, the scene before him battering against his usual defenses. 'Well… this is a sight,' he whispered, his voice quivering with a conflict he couldn't name.