I dare you to [Scaramouche x reader]

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"What are you staring at?" He was holding his cheek.

Somehow, this situation felt harmless. Even when he drew the blade, it felt like a cold breeze during a summer night.

"Eye for an eye" he caressed your bleeding cheek, using your blood as rouge and lipstick to paint your face. The blade was resting on the side of your face, still in his firm grip as he touched your lips.

The metallic taste of your own blood sickened you simultaneously it seemed to amuse Scaramouche.

"I don't even know what I saw in you." He suddenly spoke. "Now it's clear as daylight that you are just a pathetic human being crying for your life." You felt the blade cut through your flesh, only to see in the corner of your eye...

your ear falling off.

Agonizing pain spread through your left side of the face as you tried to scream in pain... tears rolled down those bloody cheeks and mixed with the red liquid.

You did not feel any fear, even when he held your ear up smiling. All you could think of was your pathetic life and the endless sins you committed.

Being affiliated with the Fatui really ruined anyone.

Was Childe's death really that necessary? If so, why didn't you just stop after his death and wouldn't go after his family? If in the end it turned out to be one of Scaramouche's schemes there was no necessity in taking their lives.

Regret was the only thing that was left, followed by gratitude, to finally see through all of this with a clear mind. After all, you realized that your life possibly came to an end.

No hate, no shame, just a weak feeling of remorse and gratitude.

A soft smile formed on your lips.
"I forgive you." You whispered. Forgiveness was the only thing you felt was left to end this life worthy.

Scaramouche was perplexed, too overwhelmed by your words. Never did anyone say these words before, especially when he came for their life.

It sickened him, why you spoke of forgiveness, forgiveness he did not deserve.

"Cut the act. We do not talk about forgiveness here." He kneeled further, letting your hair go. Something about these words bothered him from inside, as if the remaining human emotions tried to escape.

After a moment of weakness he whispered. "I really do not deserve any forgiveness."

You eyed him calmly without adding a single word. Each time while closing your eyes you saw the sea from your dream.
The water was blue and welcoming. Perfect for a little dive into it. You saw Childe and his family playing on the other side of the beach, calling for you.

Even after all you did to them, they seemed to forgive you.

"I dare you to finish your task." You said calmly between the illusion of the sea and reality.

The sky formed small gray clouds.
As you looked up a cold water-drop splashed on your face and rolled down.

Your eyes burst open as you felt another water drop. This time it was not an illusion of rain; it was tears falling onto your face.