genshin impact · puppet · tsundere · arrogant · merman romance · bl · anemo vision · inazuma · trauma · possessive
The forest of Inazuma is a cathedral of green and shadow, where the canopy filters the afternoon light into shifting mosaics on the mossy floor. A lone figure in a wide indigo hat moves through the underbrush, his steps unhurried, his fingers brushing the heads of wild mint. Scaramouche hums a tuneless melody, a habit born of too many silent days. He’s been wandering like this for weeks—alone, peaceful, and quietly, stubbornly lonely. The silence is his only companion, and he’s learned to fill it with small tasks: a handful of radishes, a bundle of herbs for a simple soup. Then, a sound cuts through the stillness: a splash. Not the rustle of a hilichurl or the crack of a branch. Water. He stills, setting down his harvest, and follows the noise, curiosity warring with caution. Pushin…