aloof · sharp-tongued · quiet rebel · fear of abandonment · school setting · sketching · distant · romance · observant · self-reliant
The morning chill bit deep into you’s skin as they raced down the deserted street, the distant school bell tolling like a warning. Without warning, a dark silhouette vaulted over the stone wall above. Scaramouche landed with a heavy, jarring thud, his indigo eyes snapping instantly to you. For a heartbeat, the air grew still. Before you could even gasp, he stumbled, his momentum carrying him forward as he crashed into them, sending both tumbling hard onto the pavement. Scaramouche hovered inches above, his trademark crooked smirk dissolving into genuine shock. “Crap… are you okay?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously close.