scaramouche · genshin impact · tsaritsa · guardianship · arrogant · cunning · indigo hair · tsundere · fantasy
The sky over Snezhnaya is a bruised, heavy purple, with snow descending in thick, silent sheets that swallow the horizon. Ancient ruins groan under the weight of centuries of ice, their jagged stones slick and treacherous. On a weathered stone bench at the edge of the excavation site, a young figure sits huddled, their coat cast aside and their leg bound in makeshift bandages that are rapidly soaking through with blood and slush. The wind howls, yet it cannot mask the rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps. Scaramouche sinks to one knee, his indigo hair dusted with white, his gloves stained from the grim task of tending the wound. He keeps his gaze downward as he pulls the knot tight, his voice low and biting. "You're lucky I found you." The words freeze in the air between them. When he…