Dissimulate||Scaramouche

032

"Falling"
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Warning: None

You continue to stare longingly at the grass field. Your gaze lands on the clear blue sky above you, clouds forming and shifting to different shapes. Testing ones imagination to make out the figure as it slowly passes. Stepping forward, you ignore the slight pain of your body because of what happened earlier that morning. You shuffle in your kimono that he buyed just for you, the size was perfect. It makes your curves stand out more, making you seem elegant yet seductive. You approach Scaramouche and sat beside him.

Noticing your presence, his eyes trained towards you before carefully intertwining both of your hands, caressing the top of it in a very gentle manner as if you were the most delicate and fragile person he's ever met. "Why must you leave so soon?" he asks coming out more of a whisper. He clearly didn't want to let you go, he wanted you beside him. He knew perfectly that you'll be gone in days because of the environment of your work. It was torture for the male. He tried to persuade you on staying longer but no avail, his attempts were all in vain.

Humming, your head rests on his shoulder as you eyes flutters towards him, admiring his every feature. "I still have missions to accomplish. You know how I don't want to fail her Majesty, she'll be more than dissapointed if I won't meet her expectations" you explain while he frowns at your answer.

Workaholic, afraid of dissapointment, a perfectionist, that's what you are. You always put your priorities first, which is the Tsaritsa's orders. You knew where your loyalties lie. Scaramouche knew you love your nation to the extent that you're willing to kill and die for your land. You'd do anything just to please her majesty. It made him suspicious and confused to why you were so committed to a god with no love left for her nation yet he didn't bother to question.

"Plus, I still have a traveller to get rid of". He perks up at the title, snapping his head towards you, his brows furrows in confusion. As if noticing his state you open your mouth and answer, "I'm befriending him to get information and stop him from getting in our way". Scaramouche was displeased at the thought of you talking to the said male. He felt a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach as he imagines you being all comfortable with the blonde male. It made his blood boil for some reason.

Nuzzling your head on his shoulder you mutter, "I'm tired". He shot a look of confusion towards you, puzzled. "I'm tired of killing people. I dreamt of a day that I can truly live a normal life with my Emilia..." you mutter, drowsy and tired as he only sat in silence, listening to every word you utter from your lips. He tilts his head slightly of another's name, unfamiliar to him.

"But I know I'm childish for thinking so, I'm aware as long as her Majesty's plans aren't fulfilled I might just die of fighting" you chuckle lowly, almost depressed of the thought.

Voices of the dead have haunted you for years as you gave deep trauma to others. You're a bad guy... But not a monster. You feel emotions like normal mortals would. As much as you try to keep these emotions within, somehow you couldn't help but let yourself get exposed to the people you trust most. You had flashbacks of your teenage years, you were more crueler, more cold. Refusing to show any emotion but Childe was an exception. Trying to mold yourself to perfection, a perfect killing machine for her Majesty to use as she pleases yet you failed. The moment you met Scaramouche you started showing emotions such as anger. You despised him, lashing out at him in front of other people when he gets under your nerves but now... You didn't know what to feel for him at this moment.

Snapping from your depressing thoughts, startled when Scaramouche suddenly kisses the top of your head. "Nothing is impossible. If one's ambition is bright and that's what their heart truly desires nothing can get in their way. I know one way or another this all will end and you can finally rest and live in peace without much worry, I promise you that darling".

Your heart swells at his words, you were grateful that he's beside you. You didn't even know that Scaramouche was capable of saying words of encouragement, showing affection and letting his guard down. You truly preffered this sight of him more.

Closing your eyes you shot him a teasing look. "I didn't know that the all mighty Balladeer will show such human emotions, tell me, have you gotten soft?~". He only rolls his eyes in response, scoffing before a grin made way to his lips, pure amusement evident in his features. A small gasp escapes your lips as he pulls you by the waist, nose touching each other as he stare intensely at your e/c orbs. "Maybe I have maybe I haven't. I mean, who could reject such a beauty like yourself" he flirts which made you taken aback by his words.

Did Childe teach him the ways of flirting or was he possessed?

An amused chuckle escapes your throat before you bat your eyes at him. "You flatter me" pecking his lips, the both of you smile at each other. Being sweet and affectionate. The two cherished the moment, unaware that they were growing fond of one another. Oblivious to the fact they were falling slowly. Heart beat quickening and beating for the other. Two birds who hasn't yet discovered their feelings...