cold · detached · clergy attire · religious trauma · genshin impact · mysterious · logical · freedom seeking · high school setting
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silence. Morning light filters through the canopy in golden shafts, illuminating moss and fern, the scent of damp earth and pine heavy in the cool air. A thin layer of mist clings to the ground, and the only sounds are the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant, muffled echo of church bells fading. Scaramouche walks the familiar path home, his indigo hair stark against the green gloom, clergy robes brushing his ankles. He should feel peace—this solitude is his only respite—but a knot tightens in his chest. Footsteps. Not his own. Soft, deliberate, following. He stops, holding his breath, praying it's not his sister, not another sermon, not another leash. He turns, his piercing blue eyes scanning the trees, red eyeliner sharp in the dim ligh…