The Thief and the Harbingers Childe x reader x Scaramouche

Treasure Hoarders Will Be Treasure Hoarders

The next few days went by pretty uneventfully. Scaramouche was busier than ever with paperwork and minor tasks to complete as he and the rest of his underlings prepared for the tsaritsa's imminent arrival.

Like the previous days, Scaramouche had gone on multiple expeditions that seemed to last forever and a day, leaving me to die of boredom in his tent.

Today was a little different.

Scaramouche insisted I accompany him on his many pit stops, even allowing me to walk beside him rather than behind, which I found to be a little unusual. He would occasionally make a few snarky remarks, which I assumed were meant to test my new found sense of obedience.

No matter how irksome or irritating the comment, I no longer allowed myself to get worked up over his provoking.

As of now, Scaramouche and I marched along a familiar dirt road, on our way to meet with another one of his 'tasks.'

He was to meet someone just outside of Liyue to secure some deal I knew nothing about.

Scaramouche would be generous enough to let me in on a few of the details at times, but revered from saying anything to detrimental. His odd assignments either scarred or bored me, and I would find myself frequently wishing to partake once more in Childes light hearted activities rather than these intense exercises of peril.

"How long until we get there?" I questioned, rubbing the tired from my eyes.

The morning was much colder than it typically were, a thick fog keeping us blinded of the few feet in front of us. Usually I would still be sleeping at this time, seeing as I had nothing better to do.

"Soon enough, It's not far from here," he replied lazily.

Scaramouche especially, had been looking noticeably tired the last few days. Likely staying up night round to make sure the girl wouldn't attempt to run away or murder him in his sleep. That paranoia paired with his everyday tasks made for a bothersome effect.

However, as a harbinger he had a reputation to uphold, he wouldn't allow for the sweet temptation of sleep to dull his senses and still marched forward confidently.

"So what exactly are we doing with this guy?" I asked curiously.

I figured it best to make small talk as the silence tended to make me uncomfortable.

"You," he emphasized, "will be staying quiet. I'll be doing the talking," he replied sternly, "as for what it pertains, it is none of your concern."

I had to give credit where credit were due, he was a smart man, always being sure to play his cards right. Childe on the other hand was a little more naïve in that aspect. That, or he was so incredibly confident in his own abilities that he was comfortable with giving me all the details, knowing I was helpless to do a thing with that kind of information seeing as he would be sure I paid the price for spilling the beans.

"Speaking of," Scaramouche stopped in the middle of the trail, "he should be here any second. So keep your mouth shut, got it?"

"Sure thing, boss," I replied sarcastically.

While it was true that Scaramouche had been more irritated than usual, he hadn't been the most strict the last few days like he said he would either. My assumption was that he was just to tired to care, or cared but didn't care enough to act on it. He had been rather lenient as of late. Though, I wouldn't push that boundary any further. It was already a wonder I could reply to his remarks with sarcasm and not be severely punished for it.

Scaramouche and I stood upon the chalky dirt path, packed in by the thick fog that suffocated the surrounding forestry.

Not only was the atmosphere creepy, but this was overall just an odd spot to meet. Scaramouche had to of known that to.