Time has not been kind to them. Childe and Scaramouche have known each other since childhood. Initially only by sight. The two then begin to interact around the age of ten, but not in the way either of them would have liked. A series of misunderstandings will keep them apart until University years are reached and the two will find themselves together again. --- "You are coming here next year right?" "Is no one of you goddam business dipshit" "Aha... Still sweet as always i see, but I'll take that as a yes." Childe showed a smile, Scaramouche wasn't able to understand what it meant. "Eat shit and die." Scara finally turned around. "I said i wanna make up for it and i will." --- I'm known, among my friends, to be a lover of slowburn stories. Taking inspiration from some artist and some writers, i'm here to present a fanfiction that i hope will last at least 30 chapters or more. As you may have noticed... I'm bad at summarise or introduce stories... Updates are gonna be every Sunday and delays announced. The cover art comes from @/sonagee_ on Instagram and twitter, full credits to this amazing artist. I edited it with a few things. Inspiration also comes from a certain Fanfiction on Ao3 named "My roomate's bitchin" by shusuffers, I suggest yall to go read it. (It's chef kiss ff)

***DAL 7 DICEMBRE 2019 IN LIBRERIA*** Un mondo distrutto dalla guerra. Una città fondata sulle menzogne. Un segreto troppo oscuro, ormai dimenticato. Un'unica via di salvezza, che potrebbe esigere un prezzo troppo alto da pagare. La scelta deve farla Alex: scappare dal dolore che quel segreto le infligge, o affrontare le sue paure e rischiare la vita? Dicono che l'amore, spesso, porti al dolore. Lei sarà pronta a soffrire?

Ha i giorni contati, Théophile Saint-Silvère. Ora vive a Copenhagen sotto la protezione della Neutral Zero e si fa chiamare Blue, non ha mai rivelato il luogo in cui ha condotto i fratelli e cerca di ricostruire i pezzi della sua vita... ma si sa, la pace non dura mai a lungo. Ed oltre la parvenza di normalità si cela qualcosa di sinistro e sublime, rivelato dal riflesso della luna sull'acqua. Dedicata a @sympansheep, la mia carissima amica. Senza la quale questa storia non esisterebbe.