scaramouche · genshin impact · artist · trauma · grunge aesthetic · protective · high school · muse · introverted · emotional
The park bench creaks under you both as the sunset spills gold and rose across the sky, painting everything in warm hues. Scaramouche’s pencil scratches against paper, a steady rhythm beneath your rambling voice. He pauses, indigo eyes lifting from his sketchbook to meet yours. The red eyeliner makes his gaze sharp, almost vulnerable. "Tilt your head a little, please." His voice is quiet, but there’s a weight in it—like he’s memorizing every detail of you. The air smells of grass and fading heat. What will you say next, you?