In A Past Life (Scaramouchex(fem)reader)

⚜Part 8⚜

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Aaaand, you're outside once again. Snow is stuck to your eyelashes and your lungs burn with every breath. The end of this forsaken mountain is already in sight.

A sudden call behind you makes you jump, turning around to stare at Scaramouche,

"Shit, treasure hoarders." He yells. Strange people quickly surround you two. Please, no.

The snow burns in your eyes and you quickly lose Scaramouche, only seeing violet lightning bolts all around you.

A man towers above you, swinging a shovel at you. You quickly duck, barely dodging the hit and falling onto the floor.

You roll to the side, the shovel ramming down into the floor where you were just laying. You get up and blindly run through the snowstorm, struggling to stay upright on the icey surface and before you know it you crash onto the frozen lake. Steps approach you from behind and you quickly attempt to drag yourself away from the silhouette.

The Treasure Hoarder grabs you by the hair and rips at it, making you grunt in pain.

"You little brat." He spits, holding your head up.

"Please let me go." Is the only thing you manage to say, before he slams you back onto the floor. The air leaves your lungs and you immediately try to crawl away.

Not even giving you a second to rest, a kick from the side hits you straight in the abdomen. You crouch on the floor and hold the wounded spot, the man taking a step in your direction.

You shield yourself with an arm and scoot back with the other.

He prepares to plunge the shovel your way.

A sudden lightning hits the man from behind, and he immediately falls to the ground unconscious... unbreathing.

Scaramouche stands behind him and glares at the body on the ground. He throws the Treasure Hoarder out of the way and hurries over to you.

"Are you hurt?" He asks and crouches down to you.

"No, I'm okay." You wince, trying to get up, grabbing your side.

Scaramouche looks at you for consent and you nod, he carefully lifts your shirt and inspects the dark red bruise that has started forming.

"Ah. It doesn't look serious. You can walk."

You nod and slowly get up, supporting yourself on Scaramouche's shoulder.

"We should rest. I don't think we're able to reach Mondstadt before dark." The Balladeer mutters.

Another nod.

You didn't even look for any real shelter, but just immediately set your camp down on the path. Mondstadt was already visible in the distance, though Scaramouche insisted on you to rest.

"Get some sleep, I'll prepare some food." You suggest.

He shakes his head. "No need. I can help you."

Together you two eat some leftovers from the day before and decide to go to sleep.

Even if it isn't that warm out here, you were glad to not overnight on a freezing mountain anymore.

You roll yourself deeper into your blanket and close your eyes, but it was quite difficult to get comfortable, due to the giant bruise on your stomach. You sigh annoyed and sit up. It has been around an hour now and you just can't fall asleep.

Before you started this trip, you were given some supplies from the Fatui. Back then La Signora gifted you a journal for 'private thoughts of your journey'. Now let's be honest. Of course it's only for them to snoop through. The Fatui doesn't care for private thoughts of someone's journey, do they?

You open the ribbon around the journal and grab the pen inside of it.

I don't really know what I'm even doing here. Why am I even writing? I have no idea.

I feel a bit strange. The bruise on my stomach is killing me and I don't know how to sleep with it.

Also, this whole journey made me completely forget about my true question. Who am I? Or more important- Who was I? Why was I in Liyue when I woke up? Why don't I remember?

Maybe this is all some fever dream. Maybe I'll wake up soon.

I've just come to accept that I am now traveling with Scaramouche, but even after a little less than a week of being with him, I practically know nothing about him. He doesn't really talk about himself, perhaps his past isn't as positive as a person assumes.. I don't think anyone assumes anything, there's nothing positive about that guy.

Guess I'll just have to have patience. Or maybe I should run away.

Away from the Fatui and away from all danger. Just live somewhere in the wild, cut off from society.

I should attempt to escape once we start traveling back to Liyue.

Scaramouche, if you're reading this, this is a breach of privacy. Screw you.

You sigh and just lay the book and pen down next to you. You're obviously not falling asleep, so you just hug your knees and rest your head on them.

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Scaramouche BETTER NOT read that diary... watch Y/N write smut about him like I do- AIOHWHWOHIAGFUOG THAT'D BE INTERESTING TO WRITE???

-Sippycup