SCARAMOUCHE x GN!READER
heavy angst && mature content
꒰꒰﹕♡ ❝ FINALLY, SOMETHING REAL . . . ❞
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in a world where everything is fake, you are to decide for yourself and take which path you wish to walk and bear until the day you die...
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YOU STARED AT your room's ceiling. These past few days, you couldn't focus like you usually have. Everything has been normal including the day the Balladeer and you had a misunderstanding.
It was normalized within you, and you were quite used to it. The mix of emotions and the notion that everything that's been underneath the events that's happened are normal.
This didn't happen. No, not within the four years you've been working under The Balladeer himself.
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of a glass shattering from the other room. It didn't sound like a normal glass, more like a window being broken into.
And so, you grabbed your talons and exited your room with brisk, and panic within you. To your anticipation, men had broken into the manor you and The Balladeer stayed in temporarily. Fortunately for the both of you, he could handle himself. He scoffed and chuckled.
"These men are really silly, attempting to kill someone who's meant to live until the end of this universe..." The Balladeer tried to hold in his laughter, but snorted as he failed.
"You're slow, (Y/n)." He cooed as his catalyst disappears into the air, leaving light particles as it does. "I apologize, Sire." You hid your talons into their place by your hips, and you walked over to see the damage the men had made.
"They made... quite a mess." You picked up a shard, and to your dismay, it drew blood on your (s/c) skin. Shit, a wound. You thought to yourself as you wandered on how you'd be able to do other things without feeling the pain. "Be careful," The Balladeer let out a chuckle before he sandwiched your wounded hand with his own.
Odd. Odd... Unusual.
You decided to brush this off, nevertheless.
"My Lord," You muttered underneath your breath. The Balladeer, however- ignored your call, and cleaned your wound using a cotton drenched with isopropyl alcohol.
"Be careful next time."
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