𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 {Scaramouche x Reader} ENGLISH VERSION

𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

If you want to see Y/n's clothes, you can see it in my art book!
(but it is write in French)

Pov Scaramouche :

<<Y/n...? I breathed, dazed at the grace of the young woman facing me.

She was beautiful, dressed in atypical but beautiful colours. A thin gauntlet covered her left hand, at the end of which small pale pink laces matched the ruffles of her skirt and top, as well as those present at her knees and both shoulders.

A long piece of floral fabric, with small borders and a deep green stone, was cut in half and attached to her neck by a gold ring that wrapped around her neck.
Grey silk stockings covered her legs up to mid-calf, as did her upper thighs and part of her lower and upper stomach. There were even some on her shoulders, a little more discreet, though.

A trio of midnight blue Sumerian roses sat on her hair, matching perfectly with her earrings, which were adorned with the same jewel as the gold tray she was holding, the same stone that was found all over her outfit.
She was stunning, even more beautiful than usual.

Slightly taller in her heels, she shyly approached me, obviously expecting a reaction from me.
I didn't know what to say to her, on the one hand I thought she looked ravishing in that outfit that sawed her to perfection, but on the other hand perhaps it was inappropriate to tell her?

Not being able to decide, I remained silent, and I understood from her disappointed look that I should have said something.
Dalhm spoke up, showering her with compliments, circling her like a vulture around a fresh carcass, and then being taken back by Hilma.

She quietly descended the main staircase, scolding the womanizer who served as her cook, and then went with him to the kitchen to discuss the menu items, leaving Y/n and me alone in the reception room.

For a few minutes I avoided her gaze while she desperately sought mine. I didn't know how to tell her what Dalhm had no problem saying, and the silence, though awkward, allowed me to think about how to turn my phrase.

If I tell her that the outfit is very nice, I am not complimenting her but the outfit.
But if I say that it's beautiful, that...
No, no, no and no, that's not possible! I...

I can't say that to her. But what to say, then?

Y/n suddenly turned and ran out the door and into the woods of the nearby forest, leaving me now alone among the tables and chairs of the café.

Dalhm and Hilma came out of the kitchen, one sighing and the other holding his head in despair.

-Scaramouche, no offence... When it comes to love and flirting, you're a foot. But a monumental foot... No, frankly, it wasn't difficult to say a little "you're really beautiful like that Y/n!", even if you're not used to it!

-For once, I agree with Dalhm who, even if he doesn't look it, is an expert in this kind of thing. You could have at least paid him a compliment, that's the least you could do.

-What are you meddling with, exactly? I say what I want, you have nothing to-

-But you seemed to be looking for something to say to her, didn't you? Dalhm cut me off with a small smile.

-... But it's none of your business. I replied, snarling defensively.

-What if we told you that we knew how to get you to compliment her without it being ambiguous?

She sat on the shiny wooden seat, staring at me, waiting for an answer from me.

I hesitated, I had obviously hurt T/p's feelings by not telling her and avoiding her gaze, but as much as I wanted to remedy that, I didn't trust them. Mistrust was the order of the day with anyone who hadn't proven themselves to me.

And at the moment, there is only one.

And that's the one I hurt.

-Hm, I accept. I grumbled, putting my ego aside.

Pov Y/n:

What an idiot! Not even able to say a nice little comment or a tidbit to please!
Not a kind word, nothing!

-What an oddball with an ego bigger than his hat! I grumbled as I slowed down my run, a little out of breath.

I stopped running altogether, and simply started walking, looking at the ground, sometimes bare, sometimes covered with leaves and humus.
The forest was quiet, and the little chirps of the birds gently soothed me.

-Raah... He annoys me... Even if I love him, I would appreciate it if his bad temper would go away with time, and that he would be less... less... less stubborn, cold and cruel! I sighed, feeling a few tears coming to my eyes.

I was sick of it, sick of his mood swings, of his moments when I felt like he was really going to kill me, of his criticism, of his condescending attitude, of the peaks he sent me from time to time, of his attitude as if I meant nothing to him. I was sick of it all.

I loved him, by the Archons I loved him.
But what I didn't love was that part of him.

The one I loved was the real one, the one he shows extremely rarely, the one he had that night at the inn, the one he had had the day we met, that personality he hides, as if he is afraid of something.
And not knowing what that something is, it eats away at me.

-Scaramouche, I want to help you, I want nothing more than that... I only want that, if you knew how much I would do for you... I would like to know what makes you afraid, what makes you constantly distance yourself from others by reflex... I whispered between two sobs.

-So that's where you were hiding..." came the voice of the one who haunted my thoughts behind me.>>

Chapter 14 - End