@godbringer / starter
. . . Mourning cracked open at the abandonment of peace, incandescent gaze fixing itself upon the familiar form ( and how his neck stings in a scalding reminder of the volatile / the mouth purses in disdain ).
❝ Scaramouche. ❞ And such is the distantly intimate greeting, eyes roving on the unwelcome sight that he had once become. Fingers twitch on the hilt of a claymore, face impassive.
You look different.
Morbid curiosity spikes. ❝ Where are your lackeys ? I wasn’t aware the Fatui were plaguing these parts. ❞ Maroons narrow. Unless you came alone.











