𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍
Character(s). Wanderer (Scaramouche)
Synopsis. Wanderer's voice lines (omg talk about redundancy) as your slow burn love story.
Fluff, comfort, CLICHE! CLICHE! CLICHE!
Mentions of Scara being taller than the reader. F! reader (because this is safer. I keep messing up gn reader fics because I always put her or any fem pronouns.)
Surely you don't expect me to proofread, right?
Not all of his voice lines are included, only the few where I can write something I enjoy BUT STILL WHY IS THIS SO LONG? Might do Xiao next but idk.
Babygirl Xiao ver.
NAMES
The first time you met was when lesser Lord Kusanali introduced you to the wanderer as his temporary companion. Something the latter deemed unnecessary as he will be staying under the Dendro Archon's supervision for a while.
It would be nice to have someone to talk to aside from me. The archon mused before leaving the two of you, saying something about discussing a few things with the traveller.
Your eyes travelled towards the lad in front of you, slender figure towering over yours. And his eyes— you couldn't point a finger at the emotions blaring through it, He's scary.
You inquire about his name, trying to start a proper conversation that may make him feel comfortable. But then all he did is stare at you for a good three seconds before clicking his tongue and walks away.
Talk about manners.
A bit irked by his actions, you followed through his steps before yanking his sleeves, "I asked what's your name"
The irritation in your voice and your bold actions amused the lad, if Kusanali thinks it's a good thing to have another companion, then surely she'll not complain if he enjoys himself a little, right?
"I've gone by many names throughout my life—" you noticed how he paused, and a flash of misery waved in his indigo orbs "But you can call me anything you want. Just don't disappoint me by your choices"
It took you days to decide, until you learned from the traveler that he was referred to as SCARAMOUCHE before things happen.
When you told the lad that it is what you plan on addressing him as, he refused right away. But your words struck something in him and somehow, he's glad it is what you've decided to.
"You've had so many unwanted things that relates to this name, and I want to turn it around."
SMALL TALKS
He always looks at you with bored eyes and crossed arms before turning his back at your every attempt to spark little chat.
And when I say every time, it means every time. Your first few days accompanying the lad were just awkward with him denying you any form of conversation.
But don't get me wrong, as much frustration it gave you, the wanderer is enjoying it. How your nose scrunch up, vivid annoyance, etc. He's loving how much entertainment you're giving him.
You've caught up to this, you really do. But you just want to feel the satisfaction of making him talk. Besides, how are you gonna comply to your archon's wishes if you can't talk to him?
That is until you stumbled unto the man in question sleeping. His face drawn in between fear and resentment as his chest heaved heavily, a drop of tears adorns his visage— A nightmare.
You shake the man awake, saving him from further heartbreak the dreamland is serving him.
And when he opened his eyes to look at you—archon's, when he looked at you. The steel emotions are gone, it doesn't looks like he's intimidating or anything alike.
To you, Scaramouche looks like a love deprived child.
His eyes flashed pain and exhaustion boring holes onto yours before he regained composure, the usual wanderer now back.
Yet you noticed how his hands still tremble, so you took it in yours, him wincing in the process. "What are your doing?"
"I don't know, but I'm here" you really don't, yet as he laid his head on your shoulders, shushing you as he do so, you know you're doing something good.
"Don't speak. It's aggravating when you try not to be awkward with silence"
ATTACHMENTS
If he weren't so pretty, you might have bruised his face by now.
Three months have passed after your fated interaction with the wanderer. And in such time, your patience isn't getting any longer.
"What? Gonna cry to Mama Kusanali now and ask to take you away from the meanie?" Scaramouche taunted you, just like yesterday, and the day before, and so on. "Such a crybaby, this is why you've got no lover still"
"Hah?! As if you have one! You're so tactless people will scurry away even before you speak" you spat back, missing the way he flinched at the thought.
"Heh? You think I've got a sharp tongue? I just tell things the way I see it. Isn't your problem that you're too sensitive?"
You end up arguing more, of course. But much to your amusement, and unusual worry, the lad toned down his insults for the following days.
You tried to confront him and his poor attempt at being friendly, but it's Scaramouche we're talking about. There's no way in hell he'll let you have what you want.
"Fine, fine. If you don't want to tell me, then don't" you notice how his face contorts into that of his when he's about to insult you, but then he holds it back.
You're not sure where you'll be shocked at. The way he controls his mouth, or his next choice of words—
"Since—since Buer brought you hear, you will not leave me right away even if I'm a bit tactless—right? "
I'M HERE
You watch his eyes narrow at the painful memory as he recalls what his creator did to him. Scara barely talks, and you appreciate the small moments he decides to tell stories about him self.
But when hurt become evident in his indigo orbs, you feel guilty for asking the wanderer.
He probably guessed your thoughts, flicking your forehead and muttering "I don't need pity, dumbass" before hiding his emotions once again.
"I don't pity you, idiot—" you started, gaining his attention. "You're kind. The world did things that made you mean though" he rolled his eyes at your words, ready to say something but you beat him to it
"But I admire you. You're strong. You've been wronged so many times and yet you're still willing to atone"
Your companion looks at you with confusion adorning his pretty face, words long died down in his throat so you decided to speak more.
"They may leave you, but I won't. If there will be a time that the strong you needs someone to wipe your tears, "
You took his gentle digits into yours, on usual occasion, he may have slap it away, but something tells him not to.
"I'm here. I will be here. " and with that, you have his eternal, undying loyalty.
SPECIAL TREATMENT
"Buer told you to bring an umbrella, didn't she?" you pursed your lips at his words. Your archon did remind you about bringing the said item, but then the sun was all high and mighty earlier today that you decided to neglect her words.
"Yes, but it doesn't look like it's gonna rain today!" you huffed, surely he wouldn't be that drenched if you two share his hat, right?
"But it did. So now, suffer"
Annoyed at the lad, and by the fact that he's right, you proceeds to stomp your feet away from the shed the two of you are currently residing, determined to get back to the city before the downpour comes heavy.
The wanderer watch as you angrily walked away from his direction. His idea of staying a little longer outside with you now in the dumps because your stubborn ass can't get a hint.
Sighing, he unleashes his elemental skill and hover towards you.
You met his indigo eyes, annoyance still vivid in yours. "You act like a five year old sometimes"
His words, as usual, irked you. but then the irritation quickly dissipates when he put his hat on your head and gestures you to climb up his back as he kneeled.
"We don't have the whole day dumbass"
You comfortably settled on his back while he secure your knees.
The journey back to the city was silent until you speak, and archons, the wanderer is grateful that his face is hidden from your sight.
"You smell nice"
CONFESSIONS
"Just do it"
You hesitantly placed your palms on his before he maneuvered your body and carried you princess style.
"Scara not too high!" you warned as he gives you a soft chuckle and called you a scaredy cat.
"Look" you heard him say, gesturing towards the scenery the night of Sumeru City can offer. To say that it was breathtaking was an understatement— the image before you is enchanting.
The flickering lights of the busy streets adorned the darkened city, and the stars above aren't taking any competition into account. The air up high is cold, considering the altitude, but something keeps you warm.
Scaramouche.
"It's beautiful"
The wanderer's gaze flicks towards you and saw how in awe you are at the view. He wonders, will you ever look at him the same way? he'll never know.
"Of course it is." he huffed, proud that he get to show you such a wonderful view. He almost dropped you, though, when you voiced out another thought of you.
"Do you consider me as pretty as this?"
one... two... three seconds and you brushed it off with a laugh. His silence is enough proof that once again, you sound so stupid.
"Kidding. idiot."
You thought that the discussion is over, but then when you were about to wave him good bye for the day, you felt a small tug at your sleeves.
You turned around to see a flustered wanderer, his eyes avoiding yours. "There's only one similarity between you and this city,"
He began, not entirely sure of whether to continue his little speech or not.
"I'm in peace."
Your heart flutters at his words. Maybe he feels the same way about you, maybe he doesn't. But he's an immortal, and you have a lifetime.
