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A/N: This is a second part to the one I wrote before. You can read the first part here "💜💜". I'm sorry it took too long, I've been busy on school works. Anyway, hope you have a good day and enjoy reading.
Like the first one, there might be some curse words here 'cause again, it's Scaramouche.
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Scaramouche isn’t kind. It’s an obvious observation everyone can deduce if they can’t be fooled that easily. He’s an embodiment of manipulation, in your opinion. You saw how his tactics work every now and then. Putting a mask of a friendly smile and nice words before turning into a venom that traps the prey. Without even knowing, he would slowly devour the knowledge of the prey or worst, even its life.
Every low rank Fatui members are scared of him. You always notice how they immediately fix their posture every time Scaramouche passed by them. It’s almost like they’re hugging themselves to shrink, afraid that one wrong move would send them to the jaws of death. You can’t blame them, not when you saw how cruel and cold his eyes look every time, he looked at them.
So why?
Why did you put yourself into such thing?
A frustrated groan left your mouth as you slumped on your chair. It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you said those words to him and it’s the last time you saw him too. Though you don’t know if it’s just coincidence but after submitting those files, the Tsaritsa tasked you to a mission to visit the city and look for some people. It’s an easy work, as you found all of them in just a day and a half. But once you’re back, you never crossed path with Scaramouche again.
Until you learned he was also sent into a mission in Liyue. You deduced that it might be because of how the Tianquan of Qixing, also known as Lady Ningguang, is tightening their guard against the Fatui and investigating every Fatui business in their land.
In all honesty, you’re quite relief he’s not around since you didn’t quite plan what would happen next or the conversation after that. But still, you’re quite disappointed upon not seeing the outcome yet. Even after knowing Scaramouche, you can’t say for certain what would he say the next time you meet. Will the two of you talked about it? Or pretend it never did happen?
You sighed, your eyes landing on the clock. It was already past dinner time. You started fixing your table and organizing the files you've done for today. It's already late and you know how colder it is during night in Snezhnaya.
You shivered as you exit the headquarters. Mentally cursing yourself for not noticing the time. You can hear the whispers of the wind and the noise of the city as you walk, looking for a food to eat. You need something hot to control the temperature of your body or else you might find yourself sick the next morning. It's always better to be safe.
You ended up in a small inn that sells some hot soup. It somehow helped you calm your shivers a bit. It has a mild taste, the meat in the soup filling up your stomach.
"Travelling to Liyue is such a pain in the ass, you have no idea how many troubles I've encountered."
You blinked as soon as you heard his voice, stopping in action. You almost thought you're hearing things until he took a seat in front of you. His bored eyes met yours, eyebrows raising in question on how you stare at him.
"You're back."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, finally. Two weeks felt so fucking long."
You wanted to agree but you keep it for yourself in the meantime. You just hum in response, signaling him that you're listening.
"It's kind of late for dinner. Did you forget to eat again?" He questioned, his eyes fixating on the soup.
You wipe your lips, "You know me too much."
He scoffed. "Of course, I do, you're the most tolerable harbinger."
A smile formed your lips. "I wish I could say the same with you."
"No need to remind me. I know myself and if you're trying to piss me off, not a good time." He clicked his tongue, leaning in a chair with crossed arms. "We need to continue the conversation we had two weeks ago."
You coughed. "Sorry, uh, so how are we...?"
"How are we? I don't know Y/n. What do you think?"
"What do you mean 'what I think'?"
"It's your fault, you didn't even bother to wait for my reply. What kind of person is that? Confessing then leaving immediately?"
"I don't want an awkward silence after that!"
"An awkward silence? You didn't even give me a chance to talk."
"I'm nervous, okay? Don't scold me and just give your reply, goodness."
You took a deep breathe, trying to regain your posture. When you looked at him again, his eyes look amused. A small smile on his lips as he stared at you.
"What?"
"Did it bother you?" He questioned.
"What are you on-"
"Did the thoughts of 'I wonder what Scaramouche would reply' bother you so much? You even need to wait for two weeks, I bet that's the reason you're late for dinner."
You didn't answer. Now, you wanted to go out for some cold air. The burning sensation in your cheeks triggers the feeling of flying butterflies in your stomach.
He chuckled, "Wow, Y/n is getting trapped right now."
"I hope you'll have too much in your plate, you won't even leave the office."
He hummed. "If that's the case, how are we going to set the date then?"
"Date?"
He cringed. "Ew, did that word really just came out of my mouth?"
You laughed. "You said it yourself."
He sighed, “I can say it's fair then."
"What's fair?"
"You also make me do unfitting things, not for a harbinger, I don't give a fuck about that. It's just unfitting for me," he explained.
You nodded. "I can see that."
"Good. Now, let's leave this place. I still need to go back to the headquarters to send my reports. Go with me."
You scoffed. "I just got out-"
"Just join me, brat. It won't take that long," he insisted.
You sighed as you watched him stand up and leave the inn. Scaramouche will always be 'the balladeer'. Although, that's the first nickname he called you. It's nothing sweet but for some reason it made you happy inside. Maybe it's also because you're expecting something like this.
As the both of you head back to the headquarters, the same whirling sounds of cold wind surrounds both of you. The dancing of snowflakes all around, surrounding every area possible. It's the same but a little different. It's not that cold anymore, not when he’s here. His presence somewhat warming you and the sound of the tinkling bells in his hat makes you feel safe and comfortable.
Before you know it, you found yourself hiding a smile but if you looked at your side that time, you probably should’ve known that it’s not just you. A small smile is also plastered in his lips, hiding beneath the shade of his hat.