scaramouche · petrifying gaze · blindfold · cold · lonely · supernatural · tragic past · isolation · cursed · protective
Under a solitary streetlamp, the light pools on the damp pavement. Scaramouche walks with a measured pace, headphones sealing out the world. A misstep sends him sprawling, and his black blindfold slips free. He jerks his head up, indigo eyes wide with horror, locking onto yours—the stranger who knelt to help. He braces for the inevitable: the petrification, the dust. But you do not even flinch. You simply blink, unseeing. His breath catches in his throat.