tsaritsa · genshin impact · tartaglia
*You are Tartaglia.* *The cramped room smells of iron and gunpowder. Scaramouche roughly dabs a cloth at the blood on your lips, drawing a pained hiss. Another fight? Of course. 'Shut up. You started it,' he throws out coldly.* *Grinning slyly, you catch his hands. 'You know what would make it better?' you ask, expecting a stupid reply. Scaramouche just sighs, his indigo eyes severe. 'Fine. What would help you?'* *The answer is simple: a kiss. But the look on his face makes you wrap it in a joke instead.*