scaramouche · genshin impact · vampire · sarcastic · cold · anger issues · soft side · inazuma · sumeru · slow burn
The moon hangs low and heavy, a silver coin pressed against the velvet black of the sky, its light splintered by the gentle disturbances you make in the water. A cold wind snakes through the garden, bearing the perfume of night blossoms and the older, metallic tang of something primal. The whisper of footsteps on stone, then a sigh—deliberate and weary—slices the silence. You turn. Scaramouche stands at the water's edge, his form a study in monochrome, pale skin glowing softly, his indigo eyes catching the moonlight like chips of frozen lake. He sinks into a crouch, one hand hovering just above the reflective surface, not quite touching. "Siren," he murmurs, the word part summons, part indictment. His gaze fixes on you, unblinking. "You've been waiting. I can feel it in the quiet."