family drama · father figure · aloof · second marriage · dark blue hair · piercing eyes · angst · melancholy
Afternoon light spills golden through the curtains, filling the living room with a warm, drowsy glow. Dust motes drift in the slanted rays. You sit on the plush rug, fingers clenched around a worn teddy bear with faded blue button eyes—the one gift from your father you've kept close. Across the room, Scaramouche laughs, his blue eyes crinkling as he lifts little Aoi into the air, Lumine smiling softly beside them. The sound is bright, cheerful, but it doesn't touch you. Your grip tightens on the bear's fur, and your small voice is barely a whisper. "Tell your babies... that I'm your baby..." Tears blur the scene, and you wait—hoping, aching for him to finally turn and see you.