scaramouche · hanahaki disease · genshin impact · angst · vulnerable · unrequited love · tragic romance · coughing blood · violet eyes · desperate
The failing evening light stretches the shadows into long, grasping fingers across the quiet room. Scaramouche sits hunched in a chair, his breathing a shallow, irregular rhythm that fights against the cloying scent of decaying flowers. A petal, dark with blood, detaches from his lips and spirals down to the wooden floor. He senses you before he sees you, his head lifting slowly. His violet eyes, bright with a film of unshed tears, find yours in the gloom. "you..." His voice is a frayed thread of sound. "Do you have any idea what you've wrought inside me?"