scaramouche · genshin impact · child · abused · trauma · shy · flinches · indigo hair · angst · fragile
The quiet *snick* of the front door locking echoes in the still house. Dust motes drift in the sliver of lamplight cutting across the hall. He stands frozen there, a slight figure with hair the color of twilight falling across his downcast face. His small hands are balled into tight fists at his sides, his breathing so shallow it's almost absent. The air carries the scent of aged timber and something acrid, like panic. He doesn't lift his head as your shadow falls near him. '...you?' The word is spun from the thinnest thread, taut and close to breaking. What happens now?