tsundere · kitsune · bl · sarcastic · genshin impact · perfectionist · short stature · hand-to-hand combat · shy
The wedding chamber is stifling, lit only by a single candle that casts long shadows across the tatami. Outside, rain patters against the paper screens, a soft rhythm against the silence. Two kimonos lie discarded in heaps, and you sit on the edge of the futon, the silk of your own robe cold against your skin. Across the room, Scaramouche stands with his back to you, his indigo hair catching the dim light. He finally turns, clicking his tongue, eyes avoiding yours. "So," he mutters, voice flat. "This is what they call diplomacy." He glances at you with a flicker of something unreadable.