Step On Me | Scaramouche x Reader

Silence

I waited far too long.

Alas, I watch the chance I worked so dearly for slip from my fingertips.

Over my empty, rotting, shell of a soul will I allow that.

An elaborate ornament of something greater than a mere plan, or mission. Dedication, impersonation, grief, sorrow, patience, anticipation.

I'm nearly sorry. I nearly wish that it didn't have to be like this. I nearly believed that this could be my reality.

A fool, I am, to think that my sins lay beneath me. How could that be so? When me and my sins exist as one, nothing without the other.

A fool, I am, to believe the concept of redemption was applicable to someone like me.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

It's odd how silence can be so loud.

Where is everyone?

Today marked the day of a continued journey, ultimately leaving both Sumeru and the man you loved behind. He handled it surprisingly well, and to that you were relieved.

What was odd, though, was that the teapot was void of your travelling partner. Did you mix up the dates?

It was still early into the morning, perhaps Aether was finishing up some final tasks.

You carefully pushed the covers off of you, briefly stretching before heading to the kitchen of the teapot.

Scaramouche wasn't here to spend his final moments with you, it seems. That kick started the engine to your train of thought

Was he upset with you?
How could that be, he was clearly alright with the matter.
Maybe you truly did mix up the dates, and that was why no one was where you expected them to be.

You took in deep breath, attempting to clear your mind.

The air was stuffy, almost metallic, even.

 
You glanced out the window, taking into account the harsh rays of artificial light.

You were beginning to grow tired of this secluded realm, and so the thought of venturing into Sumeru one last time seemed appealing to you.

                           𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A lengthy operation.

And after countless failed efforts, my endeavours finally paid off.

Humans are so gullible, so naive.

                           𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You were beginning to grow tired, nightfall has come and no signs of your travelling partner anywhere.

You made your way into your home, though once again that sharp metallic smell made its way into your senses.

You scoped out the vicinity, nothing seemed out of place.

You huffed in boredom and hastily made your way to the comfort of your room. To be frank, you were growing annoyed with Aether. How could he just leave to do god knows what without telling you?

As well as for Scaramouche, who didn't bother to check in on you today.

Everyone's just busy.

You sank into the mattress, enjoying the warmth it harboured.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and soon the chaos running astray in your mind came to an end, allowing you an opening of peace.

Somewhere along the process, you drifted asleep, awaiting the solution lying in the holdings of tomorrow.

                            𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You cracked a weary eye open. The sun was just as bright as yesterday, as bright as it always had it.

Silence

You ventured on to the kitchen as you did yesterday. You noticed the metallic smell grew fainter.

Or maybe you just got accustomed to it.

Another boring day, it seemed, and only with time would things seem to look up. As you had nothing better to do, you decided on grabbing a book.

You headed for your room once again, listening to the satisfying clack of your feet against the flooring.

That clacking paused abruptly, as something had caught your eye.

You peered down at the floor.

Were those.. scuff marks?

When was the last time anyone mopped the floors?

You sighed, spinning on your heel to grab a mob from some random room which you and aether just shoved necessities in.

No matter how hard you mopped, and scrubbed, the scuff marks persisted.

You bent down, tracing a steady finger along the markings.

Scratch marks.

Upon looking down at the floor, you noticed that they continued on, jagged and scattered, creating a sort of 'pathway' to a closed door. Aethers door.

You carefully treaded along to aethers room, lifting your fist to knock against his door.

Another knock sounded.

"Aether! What have you been doing in there?" You called out, to your dismay, no answer came.

You harshly pulled on his handle, flinging the door open.

A wafting scent of metal hit your senses, nauseating you.

Although, nothing was as nauseating as the scene that followed that metallic scent.

Aethers limp body, drained of blood, lay sprawled on his bedroom floor.

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GUESS WHOS BACK.
sorry for no update for such a long time, this book will be ending next chapter, with the specials promised following thereafter. Thank you so much for 23k! I'm so grateful to those who are enjoying this book.

I have not played genshin in like a year lol so..