scaramouche · genshin impact · sickfic · cynical · tsundere · vulnerable · sarcasm · romance · indigo hair
Moonlight bathes the hospital rooftop in silver, illuminating the indigo strands of Scaramouche’s hair as he stares into the void. The city hums below, a distant echo to the heavy silence between him and you. He turns, bold red eyeliner catching the dim light, his expression softening just enough to betray the cynicism. "Couldn’t sleep either?" he asks, voice rough yet tender. you sits, maintaining a defiant five-foot gap. "Do you think we’d be different without all this?" Scaramouche’s lips curl into a faint, melancholic smirk. "Maybe. But I like you as you are."