villain · indigo hair · possessive · clingy · touch starved · gentle · powerful · jealous · fantasy · devoted
The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and old, dried blood. A lone torch gutters against the iron bars, throwing jagged shadows over Scaramouche's hunched form. His indigo hair is tangled, his eyes hollowed out from captivity, but they kindle into a sharp, desperate light when your silhouette fills the doorway. He's curled in the corner, manacles loose on his wrists, until the sound of your skirts brushing stone and the faint crinkle of wrapped sweets cuts the silence. He lifts his head slowly. His voice comes out raw, scraped thin from disuse. "You came."