Broken Dolls and Exceptions
Tw: Abandoment, breif mentions of violence, abusive relationships
An: This is my first fanfic on here and I hope yalls enjoy :)
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Scaramouche felt it. There was a sudden tension in the air as he entered the room. Ei stood there, eyes narrowed in a judgmental fashion. Ei moved towards him, Scaramouche instinctively tensing up at her felt her hand graze his cheek before turning her attention to his hair.
It was long. Nearly the same length as Ei's. The same shade of purple too. Every single bit of Scaramouche was created in the image of her. From his eyes to his hands, everything resembled her. He was her puppet, her vessel. Scaramouche was a tool, a stepping stool in Ei's pursuit to eternity. He seemed to be the perfect puppet. With him as her vessel, she could acheive true eternity.
Something Ei had overlooked. Scaramouche was a sentient being. He could think and feel for himself. His emotions were completely disconnected from her own. He was like a young child discovering the world for the first time. Scaramouche had his own mind, his own wants and desires. He could not be controled by Ei. He was an exception. And exceptions were the enemy of eternity.
Ei looked down at the man. He looked so small, so weak. Ei knew he could never fufill her wishes. And she knew Scaramouche knew that. Ei placed her finger underneath Scaramouche's chin, lifting his face so she could look him in the eyes. And what she saw there frightened her.
Ei saw something dark in his eyes. A sort of emptiness that started to fill with something. A feeling similar to hatred. Pure hatred. The feeling was all too familiar to her.
Pity washed over her face as she quickly turned her back on the man, no, child. Scaramouche was molded into the form of a man, yet inside he was still a child. A sad and angry boy. A boy who was being abandoned by the only one who brought him purpose. Ei.
Ei felt something twist inside her gut. A feeling of anger faced towards herself. She was like a mother to him. Tossing him out, killing him, it was equivalent to a mother killing her own child. Her own flesh and blood. Scaramouche did not choose to be created. Ei chose for him.
So Ei would give him a choice.
Ei turned around. Facing Scaramouche, her creation. He was an exception to Eternity yet he was one that she could not leave to die. At least not by her own choice.
"Scaramouche," Ei spoke. Her words were commanding but something lingered in those words. Scaramouche could hear it in the way her voice faltered. "You are a defect, something I would normally cast aside," Ei stated, looking down, "But today I leave you with a choice."
Scaramouche for the first time looked up willingly. Scaramouche had watched as Ei had crushed everything in her path, not caring for the lives she must take. No mercy had ever been shown. So why him?
Scaramouche bawled his fist so hard his knuckles turned white. It felt insulting. How dare she think him to be so weak. How dare she, out of all the lives she took, spare his pathetic one. He wasn't useless, he could prove that. He would show her how powerful he really was. Oh how she will rue the day she ever made the choice to take pity on him.
"So Scaramouche, what will it be? Will you choose to live on? Or do you wish to die by my blade?"