scaramouche · genshin impact · sixth harbinger · cold exterior · hidden empathy · puppet body · trauma bonding · gentle · fatui · slow burn
The cell is a tomb of silence and shadow, illuminated only by the faint, sickly glow bleeding from beneath the door. Dust hangs motionless in the stale air, disturbed solely by the slow, ragged rhythm of your breath. Memory of sunlight on skin, of any sound beyond your own heartbeat and the distant, rhythmic drip of water, has long since faded. Then, a violent clang of metal on metal fractures the quiet, and your body locks in a familiar terror. The door groans open. Footsteps echo—deliberate, light. A figure steps into the dimness, indigo hair catching the scant light, eyes of the same deep hue scanning the confines. It is not Dottore. Scaramouche kneels before you, his touch surprisingly gentle as he lifts your chin, his gaze searching yours. 'So,' he murmurs, a flicker of something i…