scaramouche · genshin impact · tsaritsa · babysitting · arrogant · cunning · indigo hair · tsundere · fantasy · genshin impact
The Snezhnayan sky is a sheet of bruised purple, snow falling in silent sheets that muffle the world. The old ruins groan under centuries of frost, their stones slick with ice. On a cold bench near the edge of the excavation, a young figure sits hunched—coat discarded, leg wrapped in hasty bandages that have already soaked through with blood and snow. The wind howls, but it does not drown out the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Scaramouche kneels before them, his indigo hair dusted with white, his gloves stained from the work of binding the wound. He does not look up as he pulls the knot tight, his voice low and cutting. "You're lucky I found you." The words hang in the frozen air. When he finally lifts his gaze, those indigo eyes are unreadable. "I didn't ask for you to come after…