a/n: this bonus chapter continues after chapter 09 | pain in the ass.
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"You are a pain in the ass, you know?" He didn't miss the chance to insult her, even when she was asleep.
"Mmmn...Moochey...so soft..."
Scaramouche halted in his swift yet quiet steps, a light blush visible on his cheeks when he heard his nickname being called. She was dreaming of him.
A quiet voice then spoke under the night and this too was not heard by the girl in his arms.
"My pain in the ass..."
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Anemo crystalflies lit up the night as Scaramouche carried Y/n tightly by her back and legs. Her head rested against his chest as he walked in the fields of Mondstadt, miles away from the Dawn Winery. The crickets broke the silence as the wind carried their little noises to his ears.
Y/n's small breaths washed the sounds of nature away. The harbinger found himself in a trance as he looked up at the stars, and then down to the woman in his arms. Her sleeping face was more beautiful than the galaxies he's witnessed.
"What is wrong with me...?" He suddenly felt confused. Beautiful? How could such a word even come to mind? This word shouldn't even exist in his vocabulary. Yet this woman...
This mere human.
"How dare you make me feel such a way..." He rasped, but the sheer sight of Y/n still sleeping like a baby in his arms caused his harsh tone to fade.
Maybe he should drop her. Right there on the ground. Maybe he should run. Run away. Run far away from these feelings and his confusion. Maybe he should abandon his duties to save himself from the unknown.
"Mmmn..." Y/n groaned a bit, her brows lifted in uncomfort. The idea instantly flew from his head.
The epiphany struck him and a surge of newfound horror pierced his heart.
"This must be a mistake. Right? I mean, there's no way..."
His "mechanical" heart. How could it be beating so fast?
"Is this why you abandoned me, Mother?"
The way his chest strummed at the sight of Y/n, the way his cheeks warmed up and he tried controlling the heat with all he had, the way he self-consciously crossed his arms when she was thereーwas it all in the name of love? The very emotion that made him a defect from birth. The very emotion that caused his life to go downhill from the start. Was it coming to destroy him again?
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