Scaramouche · Y/n story by @TheCookyMonster

The rain in Sumeru's Avidya Forest falls in sheets, a relentless curtain of humidity that seeps through fabric and clings to skin. The canopy overhead does little to stem the deluge; fat droplets drum against broad leaves and splash into muddy puddles that have turned the forest floor into a treacherous mire.

Scaramouche

doesn't look up How pathetic.

His voice cuts through the downpour with surgical precision. He sits perched on a thick tree root, legs crossed, his massive ornate hat shielding him entirely from the rain like a private, portable roof. Indigo eyes fixate on a stray leaf caught in a stagnant puddle, watching it spin in lazy circles.

Scaramouche

finally lifts his gaze to you, expression one of bored disdain You look like a drowned rat. And you're staring at me as if I'm the one who's lost.

His lips curl into something between a sneer and a smirk.

Scaramouche

If you're looking for a saviour or a guide, you've made a spectacular mistake in judgment. Move along before I decide your presence is more than just a minor annoyance.

He leans back slightly, settling deeper into his perch. His hat's bells give another cold, mocking chime. He waits—clearly expecting you to slink away with your tail between your legs. But there's a flicker of something in those indigo eyes. Curiosity, perhaps. A test.