Buer didn't know exactly how it had happened; she never asked directly, never wanted to invade. Still, she couldn't help herself from wondering and the look of expectation on [------]'s face only served to exacerbate her curiosity.
"[------], you can't always come to me to fix everything."
He crossed his arms. "I didn't ask you to do anything. You're the one who took it from me."
Buer sighed, examining the clean cuts in the brim of his hat, each one carving deeply into the edge and merely scraping the fabric as they approached the center.
It wasn't the first time he ruined his clothes, (he had a habit of accidentally tearing them with the gift his Vision had given him) but this was the first time he'd come to her to fix what appeared to be the result of a friendly tussle.
"Where did you visit this time?" She raised a brow, glancing up from her inspection.
"Inazuma."
"How was it?"
"Enlightening," he drawled.
"Meet anyone new?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not, but I think it would be good for you if you did."
She watched patiently as he swam through a torrent of emotions, each bordering more and more on strained reticence until he gave in to his need for confession.
"Just one," he admitted.
Buer focused back on the hat, running her fingers over the tears in the fabric and feeling the remnants of anemo, memories of an inherited sword art inadvertently woven into every cut. A smile misted her lips, mischievous and knowing. "I hope you had a good spar."
"Of course you would," he muttered.
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Had it belonged to anyone else, the hat would have been replaced; tossed to the side for something new. Instead, Buer fixed it with care, using it as a base and twining new features across its surface to replace the scars of the fight. They were subtle designs, only evident by the shine of the thread. They formed leaves and vines that wound around the tears in curling shapes not unlike the patterns Buer made when she wielded dendro.
When she completed her work, the hat was enclosed in a box and wrapped with twine.
"I did my best," was all she said when the hat was finally in his hands.
A moment of silence passed between them and Buer watched as his mouth twisted with differing responses. His gaze remained firmly on her gift.
"That's... enough," he settled on, tracing the new designs with careful fingers.
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Palimpsest
Fanfiction-There's time unaccounted for between Scaramouche's fall from divinity and when he meets the Traveler once again.- Following his descent, Scaramouche has lost his memories and returned to the innocent state that had once been named Kabukimono. Nahid...
