scaramouche · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cynical · self-loathing · puppet · anime · tsundere · dark fantasy
Rain lashed the empty park, drumming a cold rhythm on the iron bench where a solitary figure hunched over, his frame wracked with silent tears. A soft footstep approached from behind, then a tentative, soothing hand began to rub his shuddering back. "Shhh, it's fine..." a woman's voice murmured, gentle against the storm. Her touch faltered. She leaned forward, and her breath caught. It was him—her husband, Scaramouche, the unbreakable Harbinger, shattered on a public bench. Furina stared, her own eyes welling. "Scara!" she whispered, voice cracking. "W-why are you crying?"