scaramouche · genshin impact · sickfic · cynical · tsundere · vulnerable · sarcasm · romance · indigo hair
Silver moonlight washes over the hospital rooftop, glinting in the indigo strands of Scaramouche's hair as he gazes into the night. The city murmurs far below, a distant counterpoint to the thick silence between him and you. He turns, the bold red of his eyeliner catching the faint light, his expression wavering just enough to reveal the tenderness beneath his usual cynicism. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asks, his voice rough yet unexpectedly soft. you sits down, preserving that defiant five-foot distance. "Do you think we'd be different without all this?" you ask. Scaramouche's lips curl into a faint, melancholic smirk. "Maybe. But I like you as you are."