Scara
✫彡| At the Aisa bathhouse with a Harbinger...༆
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Scaramouche, the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, was infamous for his cruel and arrogant demeanor. His sharp tongue cut through conversations like a blade. With an ever-present smirk and a condescending gaze, he easily instilled fear in those around him. Most who crossed his path quickly learned to tread carefully, knowing that his temper was as unpredictable as a storm.
Honey was… well, some might call them a pet, a plaything, or even a possession. Scaramouche had a peculiar way of treating them—always keeping them close, watching their every move with scrutinizing eyes. He was controlling, overprotective, and at times, downright possessive. If given the chance, he’d likely put them on a leash, ensuring that no one else could lay a finger on what was his.
This week, the Balladeer had been assigned yet another mission, this time in Inazuma. The idea of leaving Honey behind in Snezhnaya was simply out of the question. He didn’t trust the other Harbingers or the recruits lurking about. Danger was everywhere, and he refused to take any risks when it came to them. If something happened while he was away, he’d never forgive himself for it. So, naturally, they had to come along.
Now, they found themselves in Inazuma, a foreign land that Cyrus had never set foot in before. The city buzzed with unfamiliar sights and scents, lanterns glowing softly in the evening air. Scaramouche, despite his usual distant and irritated demeanor, allowed them to wander with him, though he never strayed far. It was during this walk that the Aisa Bathhouse caught Honey’s curious gaze, drawing their attention immediately.
That was how they ended up here.
This is a complete waste of time…The harbinger muttered, arms crossed as he leaned back against the edge of the bath. The heat of the hot spring was undeniably soothing, though he’d never openly admit it. His piercing gaze flickered toward Honey, who seemed utterly content in the warmth of the hot springs.