summary when scaramouche was forced to go on a vacation to his auntie's summer house in fontaine, he meets a girl who might help him out.
aka. . . falling in love during the summer was not on your to-do list but was it worth the risk?
listed as a summer romance, hurt / no comfort
contains typical scaramouche, strong language, established situationship, teenage love, modern au, time-skip chapters
additional note this was from my prev. account but i'll be rewriting it & twilight to dawn is a moodboard btw
the record player . . . twilight 2 dawn
i. boys don't cry
ii. from the window
iii. seasons
iv. to be added
extra:
the sun shines among other stars & the total eclipse
at the shore [open: 2/20]: @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko
he's afraid of how this feeling could change his relationship with you. he's afraid because every time he has gotten into a relationship; it was too good to be true. it has to be good luck that he managed to land in here and the karma of the bad will come to reap the rewards of him being alone once more. scaramouche stared at himself blankly in the mirror, his finger traces the brown, intricate engraved frame. he remembered when he got this, you were shopping and gifted it to him.
well, before, in a relationship, he purposely provokes the other person, hoping to see if they take the bait. to see if they'd be angry or not. what if he...
he snapped out his thoughts, he walked around, pacing in his room. no, he doesn't want to make everything hard for himself and especially for you?
but he likes it. he revels into side of the relationship for reasons he's not sure how he'd developed it. well, maybe because of the idea of him having the control like the control he wasn't able to have before his mother abandoned him.
he held the ends of the vanity, looking at himself in the mirror again. the eyebags sunken, evident on his pale complexion.
he doesn't want to act on his feelings for you but hell, will he be damned if you end up in someone's embrace just because he was too much of a coward to confess. maybe he's expecting too much from you. god, if only there was a way to read each other's minds or see the world you are able to see it, then he'd take it. he'd take the chance of seeing colors you view the world.
maybe if hes yours then he doesn't fall into his tendency to ruin it for the taste to control. but the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to. maybe he'd had to settle on being solely your friend, not to ruin the perfect friendship you have with him. he clenched his hands, slamming his hand on the vanity.
frustration fading away as his heart drops when he noticed a crack on the mirror's frame.
now playing. . . cheek to cheek by ella fitzgerald
the sun dipped below the horizon casting an ethereal glow across the sky as if aeon THEMSELVES had painted the sky with a masterpiece of soft pinks, oranges, and purples. it was a perfect evening for a stroll through the park, well, afterall, it was tradition for you and aventurine. you knew him ever since you were little, growing up side by side, the lives of aventurine and name were forever inexorably intertwined.
aventurine plucked a peony from a bush from a neighor’s bush on the way to the park. “y’know, i read these represent luck, i mean, i have all the luck i need but you need this for sure.”
“just because you won six games of monopoly, doesn’t mean-”
as he held the flower to you, you realized something. aventurine laughed, imagining a lightbulb above your head. you pushed him playfully; he stumbled a little from the sidewalk. you gasped, “did you really picked a flower from the oak family’s bush? don’t you know sunday-”
he quickly interjected, “what he doesn’t know doesn't hurt him. c’mon, you know that pink isn’t his color, it’s better off being on you.” he picked off the excessive leaves on the flower before putting it above your ear.
“aven, we should run.” he noticed your eyes flickering to the corner of the gated manor. was it worth being here and risky? yes. is he scared? kind of, hoping you don’t call his buff and kept his right hand behind.
he blew air in your face as you rolled your eyes, “why?”
“sunday has cameras.”
you shook your head to your right, the direction where the park is. he nodded,
“... lets go.”
the two ran from the gated house, he only stopped on the way to the clockmaker’s park, a national park in penacony, to celebrate whatever with whatever. it doesn’t really matter. what matters is that the peony is losing petals and what if you’re losing the luck he gave with it.
“wait, stop.”
“what? i thought you were scared of sunday’s hounds after us.. err, you.” you replied, but you stopped away. aventurine’s hand brushed against your face, he adjusted the flower, making sure it looked full.
“didn’t want you losing the petals…” he murmured as he abruptly turned away from you, grabbing your hand. if you squinted, you could see a hint of pink reaching to the tips of his ears. he’s cute… in a totally platonic way!
“uh-huh, so what? don’t need a flower when i have you, right?”
he coughed loudly, his pace getting faster and it was hard to catch up. but you managed, taking longer strides to keep up. his mind raced between a response between “you don’t mean that.”, which exposes his feelings about you or he could play along, pretending everything is fine and he doesn’t think about being yours. aeons, he could only hope he doesn’t look flustered.
did he even reply?
“aventurine? we’re at our spot, you okay?” you asked, he could see the concern in your eyes.
“of course, i am. why?”
“just wondering! do you think the flowers we planted are still there or did the organiziton or whatever pluck them out?”
“personally, i think they gave up but they probably did. stupid bloodhounds.”
aventurine clicked his tongue as the both of you tucked your heads under a hedge. it took a while to get to the place, hidden under the bushes of the park. he replied, “personally, i think they gave up but they probably did. stupid bloodhounds.”
you gently pushed him away, “don’t say that outloud, i think they have spies.”
he laughed, “c’mon, the only one i’m afraid of is gallagher but other than him, i’m basically fearless.”
when the moon reaches for the sky, that’s when he closes his eyes, he sees a girl whose features were blurred or maybe they never were. he blames his bad memory. it’s odd. he doesn’t know her at all, but he feels obligated– like his soul is bonded to her, naturally pulled to her. just as easy as a magnet. she talks to him like they had known each other for years. if that was true, he would’ve remembered a girl like her. if he was a boy still in school, maybe he’d write his initials with hers. he could feel his heart stutter when she embraced him like it’s easy and her eyes weren’t stern but instead, filled with something he couldn’t figure out.
it feels uneasy not because he doesn’t know her, but he didn’t like how he doesn’t know it. no one made him feel that way at all before. the dreams come back playing out scenes that feel like it came out of movies. the dream after the seventeenth or so– he stopped keeping count– it was his birthday.
the edges of his vision were blurry as his eyes glanced on the calendar next to his bedside table, january 3rd mmxxv. it was his birthday apparently. he blinked.
he was in his kitchen now, seemingly chopping apples and going as far as slicing off the skin. he was watching himself slice it, he could hear his own thoughts sprout out of his head. she likes the apples without the skin.
the door rang.
the both– dream-scaramouche and floating scaramouche– whipped their heads to the door.
it feels convenient to blink sometimes, especially when it helps change the scene.
the front door opened, there was the girl but her face was blocked with a bouquet of flowers, an arrangement of rainbow roses, babybreath and viparyas.
rainbow roses, delicate, pink roses that are akin to lilies definition is passion and romantic encounters. but that catches scaramouche off guard was the viparyas, flowers without its seed, famously used in aranara folktales. ironic because it is a dream, isn’t it?
he blinked.
he was in his body again. when he was about to take the flowers out of her hands, thanking her.
it’s hard to nudge scaramouche out of the walls he built. if you left him hanging for a while, leaving him alone. the walls you strived to break down fly back up just as quick. that’s the dilemma you’re in. it feels strange seeing how your supposed best friend pushed you away just as quick as you trying to reel him back in. he’s like a cat who willingly climbed a tall tree, overseeing the view below testing if you were willing to climb up just for him.
one thing for sure, there’s something off about him. but then it says a lot about you too who's just as willing to dig your nails into the broken bark. dirt under your nails, shoes crusted with mud and a heave– pulling up to the highest branch to save a cat.
maybe he was the stubborn one, watching you get out of your way of his chutes and ladders. well, he knows he’s the stubborn one. he wondered if you knew that it wasn’t because you ghosted him but rather, his attempts to get rid of you for once and all. though, he knows it’s all futile especially when he’s growing fond of you.
it’s hard to nudge scaramouche out of the walls he built. if you left him hanging for a while, leaving him alone. the walls you strived to break down fly back up just as quick. that’s the dilemma you’re in. it feels strange seeing how your supposed best friend pushed you away just as quick as you trying to reel him back in. he’s like a cat who willingly climbed a tall tree, overseeing the view below testing if you were willing to climb up just for him.
one thing for sure, there’s something off about him. but then it says a lot about you too who's just as willing to dig your nails into the broken bark. dirt under your nails, shoes crusted with mud and a heave– pulling up to the highest branch to save a cat.
maybe he was the stubborn one, watching you get out of your way of his chutes and ladders. well, he knows he’s the stubborn one. he wondered if you knew that it wasn’t because you ghosted him but rather, his attempts to get rid of you for once and all. though, he knows it’s all futile especially when he’s growing fond of you.
now playing. . . margarita sugar (indigo + friends vers) by chrysalis
it’s twisted to think it would ever end because before she was even herself. everyone from their hometown even called them romeo and juliet. it always had been scaramouche and her. always.
but now, staring at her phone, her finger hovering over their past chat. the memories from the past were fleeting away from her grasp, the shadows of what if weighting on her shoulders. hesitating to delete the messages, she refused to even. time’s moving quickly. would she ever get over scaramouche? was it all her fault for thinking they could handle it? she knew their relationship becoming long distance would be too much for the both of them to handle, especially how their communication styles were on the opposite ends.
in a way, being called “romeo and juliet” always had a negative connotation. to a normal person, it sounds sweet. but the idea clung to her like melted sugar, it would end for a reason. there was a reason why romeo and juliet were called star-crossed lovers. it was bittersweet, the call of it all ending was filled with venom to the brim. useless words just to get the point across. then the silence that followed. the stretched pause, waiting for the other to speak.
waiting for the bated breath to say an apology– “i didn’t mean it”, “i miss you, let’s start over”, “forget the break, we still need each other” – but it never came.
maybe it was wishful thinking because they remained to be friends. she knew in some way that her heart would always pull to him. in her heart she knew she’d see him again.
summary when scaramouche was forced to go on a vacation to his auntie's summer house in fontaine, he meets a girl who might help him out.
aka. . . falling in love during the summer was not on your to-do list but was it worth the risk?
listed as a summer romance, hurt / no comfort
contains typical scaramouche, strong language, established situationship, teenage love, modern au, time-skip chapters
additional note this was from my prev. account but i'll be rewriting it & twilight to dawn is a moodboard btw
the record player . . . twilight 2 dawn
i. boys don't cry
ii. from the window
iii. seasons
iv. to be added
extra:
the sun shines among other stars & the total eclipse
at the shore [open: 2/20]: @sketcheeee @bittersweetmiko
hey vidia , play hey (with rizz) by kazuha kaedehara
now playing from main playlist: genshin impact + duration: 2.6k
the arcade was a place that kazuha vowed to never ever visit again and no one ever knew why. anytime his friends– or anyone really, wanted to go to the arcade, they had to make sure the arcade had other activities to do because no matter how hard they tried, kazuha refused to even put a foot near a machine or step on the shape patterned carpet. even the carpet gave the poor guy ptsd.
well, that was until you came into the picture. kazuha has been pining over you since freshman year had started and the both of you are now seniors? the struggle between his neverending grudge against arcades and his limitless love for you to a point his feelings for you bled into his creative works. god, to get this straight, kazuha still despises the arcade, in fact, if you never mentioned you liked it, he wouldn’t have even mentioned he was an absolute monster at the first-person shooting games that he never learned the name of– just calling it by “my game”
or he could just play space invaders.
to put it simply, he doesn’t know how the infatuation or the c-word – crush – really started. it just blossomed in his heart– he ached ever since. well, that’s a lie. he does remember that he admired you for your ambitious nature, fiery and passionate, which contradicts soft actions whenever you scold your friends for their reckless behavior. the more he thought of you or saw you– either a glimpse from the crowded halls or a brief conversation without the stumbles, the more he desperately wanted to be your friend and maybe, something more.
definitely something more.
knowing the real you who doesn’t have the need to hide your smile when you laugh, the real you who is comfortable with him and the real you where you can just keep talking and he’d be there, listening to you and soaking up every word. hell, he’d be just fine just to be your friend – two reasons why. 1. to finally be near you without stumbling over his words and 2. to forget the “what if”’s he created if he did ask. of course, none of it would really happen. probably?
but imagine if he asked, you laughed in his face while pointing at him. a flash of light appeared and boom! now he’s digging a hole, crawls into it and dies. but!
phew, there’s a but.
he didn’t really die. to put it simply, he just went to sleep, woke up to you throwing dirt in his face– then he really died. but not because of being suffocated by dirt, but because he died of pure EMBARRASSMENT.
【 kazuha’s brain presents scenario #2 … 】
what if you’re like “you’re a freak, kaedehara!” and he would never live it down. he’d be called “freakster kazuha” or “freakdehara!” down the halls while he shoved his face into his hands with tears running down his face.
well, of course, you aren’t mean or rude. now, scene #3, what if you accept being friends– wait why does this scenario sound good?
BUT !!!
there it is, the big old “but” stopping kazuha to ever build up the courage to be friends.
wait, why do all these endings sound really bad?
kazuha slapped his face, trying to fight against his anxiety that is willing to drown him in insecurities. he will ask you out…
to be friends!
it took him a while, embarrassingly to admit.
there’s a specific memory that he keeps reminding himself of and he trips over it all the time. (he actually trips !! it’s terrible to be him but at least it’s funny to watch!)
it was a monday morning. it could’ve been a tuesday but he was extra tired so it was definitely a monday. he was sleep deprived because he was spending the evening pulling an all-nighter, being studious–
but !
he was also sneaking in a game session with his friends… at three am. it was evident with the way he slumped through the halls, ignoring the stares thrown his way, and how his eyes were weight down, nearly drooping back to sleep.
it was as if heaven heard his call. cue the heaven gates’ tune (. an angel flew through the halls– it was you, you beamed him with motivation. his slouching, some might say terrible posture, immediately straightened, his eyes widened and his breath…
“heizou, heizou… how’s my breath?” kazuha exhaled and heizou’s face scrunched up as if it was rotten and sour. how terrible!
the brunette took a step back from kazuha, holding his nose. “it stinks, kazuha. did you even brush your teeth?”
it …
【 kazuha experiences a malfunction 】
stinks (O_o) ?!
(p.s. this is a real depiction of kazuha's face)
heizou stifled a laugh while the silver haired male’s face dropped to a point where kazuha’s little red streak wilted. oh god, kazuha could imagine it now, what if he asks to hang out, when you were going to accept but you see the obvious, green fumes coming out of his mouth. before you could say anything, then he killed you with his stank breath!
heizou can hear the internal alarms ringing in kazuha’s head as the blonde spaced out– deep in thought.
…where’s the breath spray???
IT’S AN EMERGENCY! STAT!!!
“give me your mint spray!!” kazuha protested, already yanking heizou’s bag off his shoulder.
heizou dug through his bag, handing kazuha the spray. before giving it to him, he joked, “are you finally rizzing them up?” kazuha frowned,
“... give me the spray. do i smell good? do i look good?” he took the spray and quickly sprayed it in his mouth. what a sassy guy. he coughed, choking on the spray, as heizou supposedly analyzed him.
“kind of, yeah, i guess. oh and they’re walking away.”
“NOOOOOOO.” is what kazuha wouldve said if you weren’t actually walking towards him. really? god has answered his prayers. thank you barbatos, thank you morax, thank you baal, thank you focalor–
“hey, kaedehara!”
“hey beautiful. i mean, the sky is pretty beautiful… and good morning, [name]. ” kazuha cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. it was like the devil took over just now. why did a good amount of his friends see him pull off the biggest fumble of the century? xinyan patted him on the back, whispering in his ear, “good save.”
god, he could feel his ears getting warmer. scaramouche quipped back, “it’s cloudy. they definitely heard that.”
they chuckled, kazuha briefly closed his eyes and thanking his ancestors who came before him for letting this happen despite the fumble. “you’re funny but you’re actually in the way of my locker.”
it was a win but at what cost…
“they called you funny. that isn’t a compliment, kazuha. maybe they were trying to call you crazy politely,” scaramouche said, picking at the lunch food. jeez, it’s like the school is trying to kill people with soggy cheese pockets and moldy milk. yeeuck!
xinyan defended kazuha as he curled into a ball so he could roll out of teyvat. “but like scaramouche, [name] does say funny alot. cause kazuha is hilarious, yknow!”
“the only time he’s funny is when he’s sleep deprived and has to rely on beidou’s badly made coffee.” scaramouche quipped back. xinyan froze up…
kazuha can tell there is a clear winner and it sucks because he’s the subject of the small argument. heizou patted kazuha’s back, attempting to comfort him.
“... that doesn’t matter!!! because kazuha has game!”
“last night?”
“that doesn’t count. it was four am, he was having an all-nighter before that– it was ap bio and ap lit!!!”
kazuha could feel an imaginary tear run down his face. hand on the wall as his pride crumbled in place. it's okay. xinyan, please admit you’re losing. it’s so over… kazuha cried in his head.
besides, scaramouche countered with the fact he took five aps and he managed to win the rounds over and over.
what a showoff!
he shook his head, trying to dismiss what he did. he’s a new man. new week, new him. but the thing is he really can’t forget because it wasn’t a month ago. it was just last week.
when he actually managed the courage to ask to be friends, he casually leaned on his locker and waited for you to come to him like the total cool guy he is…
as the blossoms suddenly surround you both, you fawn over him and then while you almost trip, he catches you and you swoon. “hey [name], heh,” he said in a deep, totally-charming-hunk of a voice. “want to be friends?”
you giggle in response, twirling your hair, until you accidentally slipped on a banana that somehow ended up there. a push of confidence overtakes him as if it was a gust of wind, he caught you with grace. your whole face flushed as you bashfully smiled and thanked him profusely. he just basked in the praise and attention you gave him like a proud, not at all pathetic, dog guy.
that is what kazuha wants to believe happened. but out of his dreamscape and into reality, you were the one who asked him to hang out and he jumped at the chance. like really, he was desperate from anyone else’s point of view, he looked like a pitiful dog. (when did this analogy come back? kazuha murmured mid tangent.) “hey kaedehara?” you asked. immediately kazuha was pretending last week was a dream but he stepped aside. “oh no! hey, wanna hang out with my friends and i? it would be fun, right?”
kazuha’s face dropped, he wasn’t the best at hiding his expression when it came to you.“yes! ahem, i mean, yeah, sure. what’s your ig?”
“143[name]! see you saturday?”
“you can count on it. oh, someone’s calling me.” no sound from his phone nor a vibration.
(he squealed and danced in the courtyard. scaramouche has it recorded.)
so when he got your instagram, he was a dedicated man to know who you are as a person than who you were at school. his special technique?
【 identifying kazuha’s special technique】
ultimate researcher (dubbed as stalker) level maxxed.
server notes: creep.
soul searching through every follower, every person that you were following and every post you had to plan the perfect date… hang out (totally).
xinyan noticed that kazuha was on his phone more often after getting one way of contact from you. concerned, she motioned scaramouche and heizou next to her and the three of them hovered over kazuha’s shoulder.
they shared knowing looks, what a creep…
if anyone saw what kazuha was doing right now, they’d plead for his case and say this is how he loves… maybe just xinyan. scaramouche would totally tell them the truth!
after a while, staring at kazuha and watching him not make a move, again. heizou swore he saw the red eyed loser’s pupils convulsed into little hearts when his thumb hovered over the message button. they were all cheering for him until he was wiping out to look at their story again. face in her hands, not caring for smearing her wet lip tint on her palms, xinyan cried when the blonde loser began liking all of their posts, claiming that this would affect the group’s aura as a whole.
scaramouche rolled his eyes, murmuring that the rest are on their own!
【 server: they lost over -100 aura as a whole… scaramouche’s defense protected him from this . . . (▔﹏▔) 】
it’s so over.
they argued silently together. heizou insisted that kazuha should go to his own pace albeit concerning and mildly crazy. though, the other two gave him a look– xinyan was no longer on the glazing kazuha train and hopped onto whatever plan scaramouche was cooking. before, she was totally fine with kazuha acting like an idiot since she knew what neither other three knew.
but seeing how kazuha’s balls ascended back into his body, he needed to take action. before heizou tried to bring up some idiotic point, xinyan jumped up and slamming heizou down. she jabbed him straight into the ribs. heizou lets out a sharp cry to alarm kazuha and yet, he notice nor turned around to care about the battle between his best friends. rather, he was only humming in delight when he saw he shares a niche interest with you.
none of the wrestling duo noticed that scaramouche climbed up the mountain where the rabbit resides (the couch kazuha sat on) and planned the attack (intervention). when scaramouche cupped his hands close to kazuha’s ears, making him flinch and dropped his phone to his lap. he finally turned around to see the reasonably concerned friends’ eyes.
“are you seriously stalking their account right now?” scaramouchee said, leaning over the couch’s backrest. the other two crowded around kazuha and he was quick to hide his phone though the screen faced up and at full brightness.
kazuha sat in the corner, a little deflated at being caught. holding a pillow in his arms as if it was a shield. time to devert the conversation, surely this would work, right?
he tilted his head, “why is heizou hunched over?”
heizou groaned loudly as xinyan pulled him over on the couch’s backrest next to scaramouche. xinyan and him shared a murmured conversation of sorry’s and something about taking a funny bit too far.
“that’s beside the point. he’s fine.” scaramouche added as heizou laid over on the couch like a sloth.
the trio stared into kazuha until he eventually gave up, “yes, i was stalking their instagram. what’s so bad?”
scaramouche’s glare felt like a disappointed father, which felt considerably worse than his usual judgemental look. the indigo haired male pinched his nose bridge, inhaling to embrace himself from kazuha’s walls of defense. “you do know that you’re just hanging out with them and their friends right?”
“it wouldn’t be just a date between the two of you.” xinyan added, no longer on the kazuha bandwagon. kazuha doesn’t even know when she made the switch!
“did you really think they just asked you out?” heizou quickly quipped without missing a beat. kazuha’s defense shattered.
his chain of attacks faltering. whatever light lit up in kazuha’s eyes totally just had diminished into thin air. you could hear his whole whole shatter into pieces as his phone fell out of his hands. maybe the trio shouldn’t have given him the needed intervention. (scaramouche disagreed with this message fyi!)
“wait, they just texted me.” the nosy trio hover over kazuha’s phone.
143[name]: hey kaedehara, my friends decided to drop the idea of hanging out with us
is it cool if it’s just us?
holy shit. maybe praying to every god imaginable really worked. he looked at everyone as even their eyes and jaws dropped. like they couldn’t believe this was really happening.
“do NOT fumble this, kazuha.” one of them murmured. well to be honest, it could be any one of them.
k_kazuha: ya thats cool
// send?
heizou fell over the couch, “why are you like this?”
“be yourself.”
“give me that phone.” scaramouche took kazuha’s phone, typing out what sounded pretty reasonable to him.
k_kazuha: no yeah its cool lol
“don’t make him nonchalant, are you stupid?” xinyan shouted, taking the phone away from the bowl cut man. kazuha watched his friends play hot potato with his phone. “oh my god, what did you send?”
k_kazuha: GHDJKSFL/';KAUILYSSAPWASD
143[name]: ?
k_kazuha: omg sorry that was my goldfish
yeah, i don’t mind :)
143[name]: cool, see you then, on sat?
k_kazuha: you know it B)
[1 attachment]
“did we fumble?” kazuha murmured as the bubble began to start. dot dot dot.
dot dot dot.
143[name]: kk :)
“WE DIDN’T FUMBLE!!!” everyone shouted in unison. kazuha can imagine it now. confetti popping, sakura blossoms in season, owning a cat together, wedding, crying and buying a home to live together. tomorrow, he’d be the coolest guy around to rizz … charm you
【 server notes】
part ONE out of two. most of this was from a previous oneshot but there's MORE. im sick asl and my runny nose making me sound nasally but its okay because we finally have content. newish works.
essentially, celeste was being stalked by a groupie (?) which led them quit being an idol for awhile before redebuting themself as celeste, apart from the twin stars.
part 2 of the series was about how they dealt with the stalker and ultimately one of the male leads would comfort them. it would derivate from the main plot line to their individual plot lines.
kazuha would lead up to how they would hid their relationship from the public since kazuha's image as a songwriter is hidden from the public but celeste is not and then eventually being happy. this route was meant to be more fluffy and happy rather than what scaramouche's route would be.
scaramouche's route would follow his canon storyline which is to destroy scaramouche in irsumuli? (forgive me if im wring. i havent touched up on the game and celeste's storyline in a while) therefore, scaramouche would ghost everyone, ditching his old company (fatui). this would cause conflict between him and celeste as he left a hole in their heart.
years passed by, scaramouche comes out as an idol called wanderer or hat guy. one of the names. it comes with more angst because why did he leave if he was going to out of the industry? why didnt come to me (celeste) because they went through something similar? ultimately it was just character development where i, as a writer, couldn't write completely to the thought process i created. i couldn't bring myself to write celeste as perfectly as i wanted even though i asked a poll to rewrite it. no one did NOT want that rewritten celeste. (jk, they just voted no)
so scaramouche goes from scara to wanderer and leaves raiden or fatui company, joining sumeru's company and so go. he reconnects with celeste but it leaves their story on an open ending, bittersweet.
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