#𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘 ✧ in which an avid player of Genshin Impact dies from complications with their health, but it's alright because now they can follow around an angry, wannabe God!
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A few days had passed since the commission came in, and now the due date loomed over my head like a spectre ready to drag me all the way down to hell.
Despite my tendency to procrastinate trying to take hold of me, Granny made sure to keep me in check with the threat (promise) of death if I were to not do this right.
That is, if the balladeer didn't kill me first.
The commission itself wasn't that hard. It wasn't really stitching, but rather doing pretty embroidery and adding the bells to the bottom.
However, since the day had finally come, I couldn't help but doubt myself and my skills.
He was expecting Granny to have done the embroidery herself after all.
I'm so dead.
The shop was closed today to ensure unsuspecting customers didn't get a heart attack at the sight of Lord Scaramouche in front of them.
"You're sweating."
"SHUT UP GRANNY, NOW IS NOT THE TIME!"
"Nervous? The worst that can happen is that he turns you to ashes"
I felt my eyebrow twitch at her sarcastic remark.
She sounds like my old classmates when coaching someone to confess...
As we stood in the doorway, awaiting the arrival of the man himself, we felt a cold breeze.
I felt my heart drop to the deepest pit of my stomach.
Someone opened the door. SOMEONE OPENED THE DOOR.
I swiftly turned around, and as expected, the most beautiful, ethereal, lovely, gorgeous man stood in all his glory.
I felt the inevitable heat of both my panic and admiration flow to my cheeks as soon as I laid my eyes on him.
My Archons... he's out of this world.
I felt Granny elbow my back in encouragement.
"Um... Hello Lord Scaramouche."
At the sight of his violet eyes turning into a slight glare, I nearly threw up.
Very smooth [Y/N]. I'm going to die now.
I turned around and picked up the two long sashes, being careful not to scratch the delicate gold that made up the charms at the bottom.
"I have... your commission?"
Though it sounded like I was unsure that I did indeed have the commission I literally hand-made, he surprisingly nodded towards the two pieces of cloth.
Two Fatui agents walked towards me and practically snatched them out of my hands.
It was something I noticed when I went out on a rare occasion. The fatui members, whilst not as high and mighty as, say, the harbingers or the Tsaritsa herself, had huge egos when it came to the citizens of Snezhnaya.
Scaring the market keepers who shovelled snow out of the way of their stalls or sending sneers at people just going on with their day
They had no respect for others, so I positively hated their guts.
As they strolled back towards their boss with lowered eyes, they struggled to get it on the hat.
One of them let out an arrogant huff.
"It seems they won't fit. This calls for immediate punishment! How dare you mess up something so trivial!"
I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the agent.
"Excuse me? I'll have you know—"
"Shut up." The idigo-haired harbinger side-eyed the agent and took the large hat off. Strolling towards the table, carefully placing the various yarns, felts, and threads so as not to make them fall, put it on there.
