❝𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲..?❞
Is the sequel to ❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲...❞. Read ❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲...❞ before you read this story.
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Scaramouche x Female Reader
Modern Tev...
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No Tears Now
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TW: None.
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Tevyat, Sneznhaya
Monday, 6th of March 20XX
2:32 PM
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After confessing your love for Scaramouche, you couldn't help but be incredibly happy. You kept your lips curved into a smile, making your cheeks hurt from smiling for too long.
You and Scaramouche wanted to spend time together after the performance. You held his arm as you smiled at him.
"Looks like someone is happy," Scaramouche teased as he looked down at with a knowing expression on his face.
"Well, I'm just so happy, you know? How could I not be?" you say as your expression shifted to a shy one. Scaramouche smiled softly at you as he brushed your hair behind your ear.
"I know you are, my dear," he says. "So, what did you want to do now, hm?"
"Hmm... hang out around the festival?" you asked with a slight giggle in your voice. You tilted your head as you waited for an answer.
"Sure. Why not," he agreed. You dragged him over to one of the snack stands. "So, which stand do you want to go to, N/n?" Scaramouche asked. You hummed slightly as you thought about what you wanted to eat. The stands offered a variety of Sumerian dishes.
"Well, I had the tulumba and the candied ajilenakh nuts before... hm..." you murmured before seeing a stand that offered pita pockets. Your heart melted as memories from your past life began rushing back. You clutched your chest as you pointed over at the stand. "Scara..." you sniffled, trying to fight back the tears.
Scaramouche sighed as he looked at you with a loving gaze. He brushed your hair behind your ear.
"Oh, N/n... come on... don't cry... It's okay, we're here, aren't we? No tears now, my dear," he says softly as he combs your hair. You let out a small sigh to compose yourself before nodding.
