scaramouche · genshin impact · tsaritsa · tsukinomiya · indigo hair · red eyeliner · prideful · sharp-tongued · tsundere · betrayal trauma
The Fatui Harbinger headquarters lay in perpetual twilight, lit only by the cold blue glow of electro lamps that cast long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the faint light, and the air smelled of old parchment and ink. In the center of the room, Scaramouche sat behind an ornate desk, his indigo hair falling like a curtain as he bent over a stack of documents. The scratch of his pen was the only sound—until it stopped. He looked up, red eyeliner catching the light, and fixed his gaze on you, who had once again slipped past the guards and taken a seat across from him. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face. The silence stretched, charged and brittle, before he spoke. "Hey, you. Come closer."