Scaramouche - Countryside · Y/n story by @kunikuzushi

The countryside, as it turned out, was not an exaggeration. Fields rolled past the car window for the last twenty minutes of the drive—green and gold and aggressively empty. Somewhere out there, a cow mooed. The nearest convenience store was, according to the GPS, fifteen minutes away.

Scaramouche

steps out of the car and stares at the horizon, suitcase in one hand …You've got to be kidding me.

A woman came down off the porch, wiping her hands on her apron, smiling the way people smiled when they'd known someone's mother for thirty years.

Family Friend

You must be Scaramouche. Ei said you'd be arriving around noon. Come in, come in—the kettle's already on.

Scaramouche

doesn't move for a second, then follows her up the steps Kind of quiet out here.

Family Friend

That's the idea, I think. calls toward the house Y/N! Come say hello!

The door opened onto a hallway that smelled like bread and woodsmoke. The family friend gestured loosely at the room beyond.

Family Friend

And this is my child, Y/N.

Scaramouche

glances over, nods once Hey. his attention goes back to the window, the fields, the total absence of anything that mattered Your house is… quiet.