𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒 | ✧ scaramouche x reader (on hold)

6: the hidden door

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"Ok... So this is the place that Lichung lived? Wow, he must've been another level of rich." You said, as you inspected the glamorous house covered in weeds and poison ivy. It was clear that no one was living there anymore, and it had been that way for a long time. That didn't take away from the beauty of it though, it was a huge estate with multiple overgrown gardens and marble pillars. The main house looked a lot like a court of law, but fancy and made out of marble and other shiny materials.

Scaramouche eyed the mansion with distain.

"If you ever see The Regrators estate, your mind is going to be blown to bits."
He said, shaking his head.
"All the Regrator cares about is materialistic goods, it makes him seem like a silly schoolgirl."

You did a double take at how disrespectful scaramouche was towards his fellow harbingers, and then tried your hardest not to laugh as your mind cooked up the horrendous mental image of pantalone kicking his legs in the air and giggling over a boy.

Scaramouche smirked at you.

"What's so funny?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Ah— it's nothing, my lord. Shall we continue our investigation?" You asked, attempting to wipe all emotions from your face.

"...We shall." He said, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

You nodded, your mind wandering off to think about other things. You wondered why the usual handy fatui soldiers haven't been around for the whole mission. Scaramouche definitely didn't seem like the type of guy to want to do the dirty work himself, so why had they been noticeably absent for the whole mission?

"If you don't mind me asking, my lord, what leads are we following here?"
You asked, glancing around the mansion.

"A few skirmishers went over here to investigate before and they found a few spots that seemed to be of interest. They couldnt get in though, I'm hoping that you'll prove to be much more useful."

You blinked, wondering what fate had befallen those poor skirmishers.

"Er.. yessir."

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You gulped, looking at the very solid wall that stood on front of you

Talk about a roadblock. Literally.

"...Are you sure that there's no way in other than tearing down the wall? Why would lichung even go to this much effort?" You didn't voice your suspicions that there was nothing behind the wall except some water and more, y'know, wall.

"Enough questions. Hurry up or else."

You felt the strong urge to say 'or else what?' Back to the harbinger, but you managed to hold yourself back, thinking only of your well being and how much you'd like to keep your fingers.