A heart in need | Scaramouche x Reader

Boat in sight

Your joints popped as you stretched, getting up from where you previously sat.
"Stop that." The voice came from your travel companion. The grass flattened again as you sat back down.

"Didn't you say-"
"No, get up, you idiot. I meant, don't crack your bones."
"Oh."

Standing back up, there was some dirt that fell off of your lower body. Even more fell as you began to gently pat yourself down. Slinging the bags over your shoulders, the two of you began to set foot to the east.

Not much was said as the sun began to set slowly while you reached the edge of Watatsumi. The whole time, Scaramouche had been looking around, taking the lead to wherever he wanted you two to get to.

"What the hell-" Scaramouche mumbled. At the same time, your eyes locked onto quite a sight. A few Fatui agents were laying down next to the water. The sand was disheveled and trampled.

Your Lord quickened his pace, as the air around him became a little more tingly. Anger was all he felt, you were sure.
Once you came close enough, it was clear beat up the Agents were. Blood splatters mingled with the sand, leaving dark red spots behind.

Scaramouche stepped over one of the bodies, and crouched over another one, pulling him up by his shirt. "What happened here?" The Balladeer questioned with a voice so devoid of emotion, you wondered if he'd become so mad he simply.. reset back to neutral?

The Geo Gunner opened his eyes. "Boat.. Stolen." He coughed out. It seemed hard for him to be able to muster up anything more than a whisper. Whoever beat them up, they didn't hold back.

"By whom?"
"Blonde girl.. Small.. Small flying-" Scaramouche dropped the Gunner before he'd finished speaking. His head hit the soft sand with a small 'oomph'.

"I know enough." He hissed through gritted teeth. The description of the thieves couldn't ring a bell with you, but it sure did with your Lord. And good Archons, did it piss him off.

A loud chatter was heard from the distance, as two treasure hoarders walked around the corner, coming into your sight.
"I'm sure those gold hoarding thieves will have something worthwhile for us. Maybe even a boat." You nudged Scaramouche, as he appeared to be in deep thought, in attempt to get his mind off of whatever he was thinking.

"My, how convenient would that be." He replied, as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. At the same time, the treasure hoarders' chatter stopped as they locked eyes with you and the Harbinger.

The two of them turned around, and began to run at the same time, turning back and disappearing from sight.
In sync, you and Scaramouche set chase. It didn't take long before you reached the corner where they had previously stood. As lady Luck would have it, the two victims were running in a straight line.

Your bow appeared into your hand, as you pulled an arrow from your quiver. You winced at the sharp pain from your damaged hand, but ignored it easily.
"How many people should we interrogate?" Scaramouche asked.
"One."

Everything seemed to happen at once. You let go of your arrow. As quick as lightning, Scaramouche followed suit. The remaining hoarder hadn't gotten the time to react to his comrade's passing before his back was hit with a deep purple flash.

The both of them tumbled onto the ground. Neither moved, though, only one would be getting up from this affair.
"Your aim has improved." The praise, even if it was muttered so casually as if slicing a sunsettia, made you feel happy.

You approached the two bodies, and rolled the one hit by Scaramouche's attack onto his back.
Scaramouche opened his mouth.
"You." The hoarder stared at the Harbinger with wide, panicked eyes.