A Single Spark (Scaramouche x Reader)

Chapter 4: Those you can Trust

"Suppress it to one tiny point, then let it explode!" Scaramouche said. You were working on your electro control.

According to Scaramouche, "The way you control your electro makes me want to cringe and curl up in my own skin until I waste away."

So here you were.

"Come on, Zasha. You're pretty pathetic for a Harbinger. Actually, you're pretty pathetic for a vision-holder in general. I bet a 12-year-old kid could do better."

You knew w he was just trying to motivate you, but ARCHONS he can get under your skin. You put your newfound anger into what you were doing. Smaller, smaller... before it got to an 'acceptable' size, it burst apart, sending sparks everywhere.

You got bopped on the side of the head. "You idiot," he scolded. Then, he paused. "But, better than you were a few months ago, I guess. We're done for today." He walked away, leaving you alone. "See ya later, idiot, I have stuff to do."

You sweatdropped. "Alright, bye, I guess?" Scaramouche was such a weird person.
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It was close to three in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. Your breathing was heavy and labored, and you were so dizzy you couldn't walk straight. Fresh air, yeah, that was it.

You went to sit on your balcony. It was small, but two people standing up could fit on it, so you should be fine.

You opened the window and haphazardly climbed out into the night. It happened right before you sat down.

The flashbacks started.

Screaming, prayers, and crying...they were half-muted by the symphony of your heartbeat accompanied by your ringing ears.

Soldiers, and the cruel individuals they serve.

The feeling of fear.

Wishing to die.

Blind terror and red plagued the corners of your blurry vision.

Your chest heaved and you gasped for breath. Your muscles spammed, gave out, then repeated the process. You could barely speak, could barely think. You were trapped in the nightmare that was your past, and forced to relive it again. And again. And again.

After a while, you could breath again. Then you could sit up. Your vision slowly cleared and the ringing in your ears subsided.

Your heart was going a mile a minute, and you could still hear their voices, as fresh and clear as if it was yesterday.

Now, all you wanted to do was curl up in a corner and cry. You deserved to face all the mistakes you've made. You could've done so much more... you could have helped so many more people...

Your shoulders started to shake again as your breathing once more became ragged and uneven. The tears flowed freely.

An hour after the initial attack had ended, you were still on the balcony hugging your legs.

That's when person you wanted to see least arrived.

He was crouched on the balcony with his head cocked to the side, and an unsure expression on his face. Heh. That's a new look.

He awkwardly sat down next to you cross-legged, setting his hat beside him due to the small space.

"Hey...uhhhhhhh" he tried.

You gave him no response.

Then he said the magical words, "What's wrong?"

That was the trigger. Your sobs came back full force, and you literally sprang forward to hug him. You needed touch right then. You needed someone by your side.