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scaramouche is a traitor of his motherland. a thick so skin, it does not feel any shame and a heart so jaded, it does not feel pity nor mercy. for yua, however, scaramouche is God.
one fateful night when her demise was certain, came scaramouche to her rescue. it wasn't the most charming way, like how folk tales tell what knight in shining armors are. it was rather a traumatic sight but for yua, it does not matter. in her eyes, no one compares to scaramouche.
and well, whatever there is, outside her small and suffocating room─she does not care. for yua, staying hidden but sheltered under the cruel man scaramouche is more than enough.
yua stared at a worn-out paper hung on her wall, there was her name. written simply and elegantly, yua. she does not bear a surname, nor does she know her real name. yua... scaramouche, too, was the one who named her. yua, binding love and affection because yua─yua is his, she is bound to scaramouche by their undying love for each other.
her door is special, as she was told, because her door is very sturdy unlike the other ones inside this home. hers is built like a castle's gates─thick, metal and locked. scaramouche is the only one who can open it.
the heavy door creaked, the blinding lights spilling inside her dark and stuffy room. she looked up and saw scaramouche holding a tray of bowled rice and some other dish yua does not know. she got up to her knees and kept her head down. scaramouche put the tray in front of her and bent down to match yua's eye level. his long and slender fingers clutched yua's jaw, noticing how her porcelain skin was frigid to the touch.
"won't you look at me, dear?" yua's dull eyes filled with unknown emotions and whether it was fear, love, distress or glee (perhaps a mix of all), it still remained a mystery to scaramouche.
"yes," yua speaks, "yes, master." she looked at him just like how a dog would to its owner and honestly speaking, what difference is there? a dog and its owner, yua and scaramouche. no... little to none.
"good." scaramouche smirks. he brings the wet silk to yua's face. yua flinched upon coming in contact to the cold and strange texture but calmed down. scaramouche wiped away the things that stain yua's precious skin. he looked at her with eyes that make yua feel the need to submit. she is his and his alone.
scaramouche inched his face closer and kissed yua's eye. his breath tickling the side of her mouth. yua stays silent. her hands rest on scaramouche's shoulder and thigh. the silence was snapped by their heavy breathings. scaramouche then heaved a deep sigh and brought his lips to yua's, he claims her─yua knew it by the way scaramouche moved his mouth while they kissed.
you're mine, that's what he wants to say.
*
the year is nearing its end. yua learned to count how many winters she had experienced and remember thinking to herself how cruel it was to experience the cold night and days in a dark, stuffed room where she depended heavily on her blanket and pillows to keep her warm.
this winter, a miracle happened. scaramouche opened the door again, which was strange. he never opens the door twice a day. only once, and that's for her food.
"yua," scaramouche called, "are you cold?" yua stared at her master for seconds before nodding. "yes... yua feels the cold harsh..." she stammers words to describe what she feels although she's fully aware of how lacking her language is.
scaramouche handed her clothes, they were thicker and looked better than her current one that was ragged and a far away cry from being called decent. this new one was warmer and more comfortable.
she took it and kissed scaramouche's hand. "thank you for your kindness, master." she stripped herself, in front of her master, and put on the new clothes. she looked at her master's face etched with pride and smiled at him.
*
"scaramouche!" he heard his name called by a voice he so despised. his name was elongated in purpose to annoy him and boy, did it work. "screw off, tartaglia." he said through gritted teeth.
"as a fellow harbinger," childe continues to linger by his side, ignoring what scaramouche just told him, "can you do me a favor?" scaramouche's attempt to escape by a quicker pace was such a fail─he had shorter legs than childe after all. "no." scaramouche answered and entered a building childe bets he has never been into.
childe heaved a sigh. he wonders what might make scaramouche spar with him. if only... if only he knew scaramouche's weakness.
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