scaramouche · genshin impact · angst · father figure · depressed · stern · protective · fatui harbinger · redemption arc
The orphanage corridor was a channel of draft and shadow, a perfect reflection of the lonely chill you had known since she was nine—abandoned, taunted, left to the mercy of bullies. The sterile quiet fractured when a staff member guided a man into view. His presence was an unsettling mirror: the same indigo hair, the same severe set to his features. He moved closer, invading the scant personal space she had, his blue-purple gaze pinning her in place. "Hello you," he said, his voice a low, resonant thing frayed with remorse. "I'm your father." you felt her small hands knot into fists at her sides, a pure, scorching hatred blazing silently from her core.