⇜☁♕★✻ 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 ✻★♕☁⇝ scaramouche x fem! reader

Wisteria blooms

Tonight was the night you would escape this pretty hell.

You had packed your bag with all your belongings and screwed open the window. You were running tonight. Wrapping the scarf around your neck to hide the purple marks on your neck, you took your wooden sandals off and stuffed them in your bag, pulling your socks off too and pushing them into your bag. Then you jumped.

You landed in the fluffy pile of hay set down for the horses and then put your socks and sandals back on before pulling your map out of your bag. You had marked the exact trail you would take to reach the Inazuma market, the safest place you could think of. You then proceeded to pull out your little jar of fireflies realizing how dark it had gotten, and continued running. 

Oh god, that had taken forever. You were now on the bustling streets of the market, the lamps casting a warm but eerie glow, and the wisteria was surrounded by little pinpricks of light. Yet little shadows made you jump as you went to a food cart to get something edible for you to eat. "That'll be 100 mora please," the owner stated, handing you the sugary sticky bun wrapped in white paper. You thanked her and walked away, careful to not put too much pressure on the ankle you had twisted on the way here. You were aware that Lady Wengshang might've already learned of your escape so you tried to blend in as well as possible and kept alert.

Until finally, exhaustion made you give in as you collapsed in an alleyway, the warmth of the bun now faint. You ate quickly and drank some water from the little bottle you had brought, drinking only a sip. You packed up your bag and were about to get up when you heard footsteps in front of you. Shit, you realized. The alley way was a dead end, and there was no way out. 

"Hey-" "I'm sorry for running away please don't beat me tonight!" you yelled slightly, head bent down as crystals fell down your face. You heard a shuffling as someone lifted your head up, the sudden contact making you flinch. "Hey are you okay?" asked the boy. He had a big, almost umbrella like hat on and his hair was a mix of purple and navy blue. His eyes were a lightish purple-blue in contrast, with bits of silver here and there. He was beautiful, to put it simply.

As he got no answer from you, too awestruck, he pulled down the scarf to reveal purple fingermarks, and his eyes went wide. Who did this to people? You looked about his age (16) and so he helped you up and looked at you again. Your face was a work of art, but the bruises all over you were unworthy of being on your skin. He wiped at the tears on your face to realize they were crystals, the other tears now dropping to the floor with a light plink. "I'll explain in a bit..." you said, wiping a the leftover crystal residue on your face. 

"Okay," he replied.

And then he hugged you, and you melted into his arms. He understood.

Archons, he didn't know why he hugged you. You looked so vulnerable, so broken, it hurt him. Why? He didn't know. He didn't feel like treating you coldly like he did with everyone else. All he knew was that you were special.

And that was how you met Scaramouche.

WOO ugh school starts tomorrow long first chapter but whatever.

ily guys <3