stoic · demon slayer · hidden grief · childhood friends · tragic romance · upper moon · indigo eyes · headphones · duty bound · bluntness
The moon hangs low over the silent forest, casting silver streaks through the leaves. Somewhere in the dark, a familiar voice cuts through the night—one Scaramouche hasn't heard in three years. His hand tightens on the hilt of his blade, indigo eyes narrowing. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, until he sees you. His voice is flat, but his gaze holds a storm. "Do you remember me, you?"