𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 {Scaramouche x Reader} ENGLISH VERSION

𝑺𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

I'm sorry for all the mistakes in translation and wording of the sentences... T^T

Pdv Scaramouche :

<<The dressmaker... He... He must be closed at this hour, then-

-No, he's open! I saw it when we passed and the lights were on. There was still someone inside, so we might as well go! she said and opened the door.
I'm going, see you later! she said as she walked through the doorway.

I heard the sound of her shoes for a few seconds, then the voice of the old lady at the reception desk greeting Y/n in her hoarse, nasal voice titillated my ears.

Shit, she's gone...

Why does it bother me so much to know that someone else will touch her skin... And know what even I don't know...

Raah it pisses me off!

I hit the wall with my fist, causing a loud noise and some shaking of the walls, including the sliding doors. A slight tingling was felt on the edge of my hand. I looked at my skin and saw that I had cut my hand and that blood was beading in several places, my skin having been torn off by the small granules of the wall.

The pain was minor, but the wound was likely to become infected if I did not give it some attention. So I got up, gave a long frustrated sigh, and headed for the bathroom.

I undressed and turned on the water in the bathtub, wanting to take a nice hot bath to relax a bit. While I waited for the water to rise in the tub, I took the necessary things to disinfect my wound and some bandages.

I winced as I applied the liquid to my wound, feeling a cold burn and a little tingling. I wrapped the bandages around my hand, rushing the job because I didn't want to drag it out.

I put one foot in the steaming bath water, checking that the temperature was not too hot or too cold, then put the other foot in. I slipped into the bath, enjoying the simple but pleasant moment, while avoiding wetting my freshly disinfected wound.

The soapy water washed my skin, relaxed my muscles numbed by the multitude of physical efforts I had had to make in the last few hours and gave me a sweet scent of lavender.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax as much as possible, in vain.
Just the image of my Y/n taking off her jacket so that some illustrious stranger could take her measurements made me angry. I couldn't bear the thought of someone else putting their hands on her arms, let alone taking her measurements.

If only...I could kill him...
Quickly and quietly.
I would burn the body, and...

No, stop thinking such sordid thoughts. You must... go to Sumeru, and not make a fuss on the way.
For Y/n's sake.

I sighed, for the umpteenth time during this chapter, and put my head under the water, holding onto the edge of the tub so as not to dip my hand.

I waited a few seconds, not very long so as not to get dizzy, then suddenly stuck my head out. I took a deep breath and, caught by a sudden urge to have fun, showing a childish side I didn't know I had, I put my face halfway into the water, so that my nose was submerged and I could blow bubbles.

I did this for a few minutes, until I realised how silly what I was doing was. I immediately stopped my foolishness and got out of my bath, removing the bath plug.

I put a towel around my waist and left the bathroom to get dressed, considering that Y/n would be home in enough time for me to put some clothes on in the meantime.

I lay down on the bed in my room, leaving my door open, and removed my bandage. I stared at my bruised skin, then gasped as I felt a small burn. A drop of a clear liquid had come into contact with my wound, and the salt in the liquid had caused the burning sensation.

A... tear?
...

Why... does such a simple thing affect me so much?
Is it the fact that she may be in love with the designer that worries me...?

This is ridiculous...
Ri...diculous...

I held back a small sob, hiccupping slightly.
Deep down, I was afraid.
Afraid that she would leave me for someone else. Afraid that she would leave me alone, as my creator had done. Afraid that this weak side of me would attract her mockery.

I would rather she pitied me than endure her mocking laughter or her disdain...

The tears that I had held back for so many years flowed silently, taking advantage of a moment when I knew I was alone and not being watched to trickle down my face and come to rest on my knees.

I could no longer hold back my anxiety, nor hide it. So I let my tears roll down my cheeks, sometimes in torrents, sometimes in drops.

It felt good to let go of my emotions, I had suppressed them so much that they had intensified over time, and tonight they made me break down.

I was startled by the sound of the door, and widened my eyes to see Y/n enter the flat. She turned her head towards me, then looked shocked to see me like this, with tear-stained cheeks and a haggard look on her face.

She quickly came over to me and hugged me, sitting down on the bed so she wouldn't have to bend down. Believing it to be a hallucination, I clung to her and buried my head in her neck, filling my nostrils with her sweet, reassuring smell.

I loved being with her, against her.
I loved her, and no one else.

But I would never tell her...

For her sake, for her future. I have to shut these feelings down, bury them deep inside me.
Besides, she will never love me. I don't deserve her, and never will.

Me, a vulgar failed puppet, will never deserve to be near her.

I was brought back to reality by a gentle hand resting on my hair, stroking it tenderly. I realised that this scene was not a figment of my imagination, but reality, and that T/p was actually holding me in her arms, stroking my head, and that I was simply in a towel in front of her, clutching her dress.

I blushed suddenly, and moved away from her. She didn't seem surprised, but a worried look remained on her face.

Shit, she saw me looking weak and miserable...

-Scaramouche, why are you... Oh, wait, I think I understand... she said, looking down.

She... understood that I was afraid of losing her?

Chapter 6 - End.

Heya !
I hope you liked this chapter and that there are not too many translation mistakes... T^T
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