Secretive (Scaramouche x reader)

Sparkling

"Since we're hunting down this traveler, shall i mention a minor detail i failed to bring up before?" His sharp gaze fell on your smug expression and instantly knew his plan was in jeopardy. "What did you're inhumanly stupid brain fail to mention in the short while we've been near each other?"

His tone of voice was aggressive and had anger just drifting in it like it was nothing, like anger and venom dripped from his tongue like a two faced snake. The accessories on his hat swayed with the breeze as he halted in his tracks to stare you down with a blue eyed glare.

"Thing is, I've met this traveler before, his name is Aether and his floating companion otherwise known as emergency food, is Paimon. Not only did i meet them but i spoke to them, got to know them hell i'm friends with them"

That anger and aggression in his eyes ceased as they were replaced with mischief and cunning, "So you're willing to kill these people you call friends, too fulfill my request?" with a brief but hesitant nod, he got a good answer that he liked.

"Seems you're heart is more into the cause then i thought..perhaps you are worth the time of day" His cold gaze never seemed to cease as the words left his mouth. "Gee thanks Mister i appreciate it ever so much~!"

You cooed sarcastically and in turn his blade sliced a miniscule amount of hair from you're bangs, "Dammit how many times do i need to remind you before i severe a limb?" he hissed, spiting the venom that sat on his tongue.

"I'll give you a good fight if you even dare try something like that, you pasty hat wearing incarnation of the word bitch"

And with that sparks flew, not ones that signified certain romantic emotion but literal sparks. The purple lighting erupted from the sky and crashed down besides you or at least where you were previously standing if not jumping out of the way, it would have struck you.

his quick paced footsteps echoed in you're mind for a mere few milliseconds until he was besides you with his sword drawn and prepared to slash at you, yet, his strike did not reach it's target.

Instead it struck a metal that when they clashed it sounded like nails on a chalk board and felt like taking on a hurricane head on! And this metal that stopped his strike from reaching you was, the metal grip of a weapon not only bigger the the 6th harbingers sword but also more intricate and had longer rage.

This weapon in particular, was a scythe. A weapon used by the god of death and passed on through generations as a symbolic weapon of the word death, It brought forth chaos and had a glimmer of destruction in it's steel.

Many fell victim to this silver weapon wielded by a mysterious mask wearing servant of the harbingers, and if this were to keep up, it might just have another name on it's list.

"Quite the interesting weapon choice for a woman who respects the ones she killed huh?" The male yelled, pulling back and slashing harder at the metal grip and to no avail was he successful. for the soul was chained and strengthened by the souls of those it had slaughtered.

with the help of a pyro vision, it made you all the more stronger. "shut up you walking shit heap" he snickered, that same , mischievous grin and spark in his eyes returning. "Take off you're mask" he stated, sheathing his weapon.

now this was an odd request of the harbinger, as he normally couldn't care what people wanted to hide from the world. It was you who caught his attention, a servant of the harbingers who was stronger then over half of the ones she served.

Not only that but she seemed to wield a weapon strengthened not by the human hand but the humans souls, those she's killed ruthlessly to find the answers to her siblings death.

"Why should i?"

You were strong, but you were not quick enough to keep up with his lightning movements so just like the scene in the doorway from his office. He stood behind you with a cold silver blade gently pressed against your soft skin, "Because it's an order, and even if you tell me no again it'll be easier for me to take it from you"

This was an ultimatum, he was curious, he wanted to see the face of the woman whom rejects his words and warnings like she's able to stop him. He wanted to see the face that was so hell bent on finding her sister's killer.

He wanted to see her face, it was odd coming from him of all the fatui harbingers, but it wasn't out of the fact that he liked her. No, in fact her wanted to rip out her organs and decorate Zapolyarny palace with them, but it was because she was able to challenge him with confidence while being weaker that he wanted, no, needed to see what she was hiding.

"what's worth hiding under there that can cost you're life?" he asked, sending a bone chilling chill down her spine.

"Fine, just let me go?" she stepped away as he lifted his sword from her neck, a small and silent breath escaping her in shaky intervals. The weapon of choice dissipated into golden dust and floated into the air as she raised her hand to loosely grip her mask.

"Why do you want to see my face?" she asked with her back facing him and her index finger and thumb ready to carefully uncover her face. "I don't answer you, do as you're told" was all he spoke, harsh and cold but with lingering curiosity.

"You're the only person who will see my face and live to describe it" the mask peeled from her face as he skin tone became more clear and her odd eyes sunk into his soul. her arms fell to her side as her mask was loosely gripped between her fingers.

Just what was that streak of pure sparkling black that ran across her eye like a scar?