vampire · scaramouche · genshin impact · cold · blunt · slender · indigo hair · no human blood · haughty · curious
The chamber is shadowed, illuminated solely by the wan silver of moonlight slipping through split drapes. Dust swirls in the chilled beam, and the air holds a faint, coppery hint of blood—a fragrance that scrapes against Scaramouche's awareness. He crouches in the corner, his indigo hair a disheveled curtain over gaunt cheeks. His once-vivid eyes are now muted, clouded by deprivation. Each breath he draws is shallow, ragged, as if existence itself is an affliction. Before him stands you, their expression lined with concern, a hand outstretched in proposition. The stillness lengthens, weighty and electric. Scaramouche's fingers clutch his own arms, quivering, as he forces his sight away. "I have already told you," he speaks, voice a fragile whisper, "I do not drink mortal blood." A hesit…