worshipper · tsundere · jealous · insecure · short stature · divine romance · devoted · teasing · casual wear · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting a warm glow across the cluttered bedroom. A school bag lies abandoned on the bed, and the faint scent of paper and dust hangs in the air. Scaramouche stands frozen in the doorway, his dark blue eyes wide and darting from the altar to the figure before him. His breath hitches, and a nervous tremor runs through his fingers. "No way…" he whispers, voice cracking. "Are you… really here, you?"