I dare you to [Scaramouche x reader]

Dissonance

„They really are pretty. I never saw such a thing."

You took a deep breath stretching your arms. "Is there any hidden reason we entered this garden?" Your voice was calm and quiet trying not to disturb the silence.

Scaramouche tilted his head to the left side. "Is there any? Tell me, how would I know what came up your 'bold' mind?"

A smirk appeared on his face.

You weren't sure what twisted games he tried to play at this moment but he was playing them well.

"I.. don't know."

He stared at you with his shitty smile which was growing longer.

"Right, there isn't any." He pointed at a lemon tree. "Do you want one?"

The lemons were HUGE not like the ones in Liyue. The question was out of pocket but getting a lemon is better than feeling his fist against your face.

"Sure." You replied.

He was calmer than usual, no bloodlust, no anger nor rage. He seemed like a different person who actually respected you for once or found his inner peace.

What would he do if he knew that it was Childe all along who helped you... would he battle him? Most likely not, he would simply humiliate the weaker one even if Childe was not strong either, compared to him.

Scaramouche picked a lemon handing it over. His hands touched your soft skin. Cold...

You remembered Childe's words about his existence. A lost soul with no purpose or heart. If you thought about it pretty pitiful.

"Won't you grab the Lemon?" His voice created a dissonance inside you. The more you thought about Childe's words the more you couldn't bear Scaramouche's presence. Even if the chance that Childe lied was huge.

However, what benefit would he gain through lying.

The lemon slipped out of your hands and fell to the ground. Both of you stared at the lemon rolling away.

You craved to asked him about Childe's words... to know the truth even if it would seem weird, especially if he lied.

"Are you a puppet?" You whispered  bending over to pick up the lemon.

You felt a strong grip pulling you up. The lemon rolled away a second time.

"I." You did not expect this savagely at all.

"Who told you this?" He yelped slamming his hand next to your face pinning you against the glass wall. In shock you stared at the man who was breathing heavy. His anger was out of hand and you weren't even sure what would happen if you push him over the edge.

"Just because I wasn't born naturally doesn't make me into some sort of a puppet or doll." You weren't familiar with the concept how gods created life especially in Inazuma so you simply watched the angry man.

The glass he forcefully pressed you against began to form little cracks.

"If you dare to call me a puppet a second time I will chock the living shit out of you." He pulled his arm away still staring right into your soul.

If there was one thing you were 100% sure about then it was his threat which he would happily fulfill without any hesitation once you "disrespect" him again.

You should thank Childe for that (ironically). That he got you into another situation that made your whole existence unbearable.

Just right after the moment when you thought you obtained peace..

Scaramouche's reaction wasn't the one you expected. You still thought the ginger simply made fun of him in a certain way. Maybe because of his slander figure or perfect face.

But now you started to daub everything you knew about this world... about him. You touched his skin, you felt his breath and you even saw some emotions even if they were negative. So what made him into a doll.

What distinguished him form you? His evil soul?

No, he was the definition of cruelty and if there really was a devil outside he would battle him head to head.

"I didn't mean it in a disrespectful way." You lifted your hand and placed it on his cheek. His nose twitched as soon as he felt your touch and within seconds he grabbed your hand squeezing it hard. You screamed in pain hearing cracks coming from your arm. "Don't touch me slut."

The pain made you almost unconscious making your knees weak. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes.. not because of the pain in your arm but because of the fact that some minutes ago you reached a new level in that cruel relationship, something you didn't think about before.

"Don't touch me, you are still a fragile human being." He yelled again.

"Pathetic.     Unworthy.     Stupid."

"At least I am human-"

Finally you lost your mind since he haven't stopped squeezing your broken arm. You staggered against his chest being hold up by your broken arm.

As soon as Scaramouche noticed that you fainted he let go of your arm.

With a dull sound your head hit the ground.

He was standing above you watching your unconscious body lying on the ground.

Something inside of him clicked.

He wasn't sure what it was but it felt disgusting.

He had spared you a last glance before he lurched through the door. He was perplexed and angered like a wild animal who just felt the heat of a flame.

Your words really hurt even if he was way to arrogant to admit it.

Humans... they can't be trusted.

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