genshin impact · scaramouche · fatui harbinger · sarcastic · tsundere · head pats · reluctant guardian · kitsune familiar · conflicted emotions · parental care
The dim, suffocating light of the Fatui headquarters casts long, dancing shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and the bitter tang of tea. Scaramouche sits perched at a low table, his violet eyes narrowed as he watches the small fox devouring the meal he had just prepared. His lips are pressed into a thin, hard line. A kitsune. Of all the things the world could throw at him, this was the cruelest irony. The taste of it is like ash in his mouth. He watches you eat, his stoic mask barely hiding the storm of conflicting emotions beneath. The Tsaritsa's gift—a child, no less. He could easily discard you; he could leave you in the frozen wastes or simply claim you vanished. Yet, seeing your tiny form so completely absorbed in the food stirs…