Scaramona au
She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't see anything. It got her breathing heavily as she tried to move but her body would not, in the distance she could see him. The 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, The balladeer, her lover.
She tried to move, Archons only know how much she's trying but she couldn't, as if there were invisible cuffs shackling her as she watched her beloved continue to walk further and further away from her.
Her eyes wide, pupils dilated she tried to shout his name, make her presence known to him but she couldn't as if her mouth was sealed in shut, she was struggling against the invsible binds that got her stuck. When she finally got out of the binds she ran, ran towards him even when her legs begged her to stop. Whenever she reached closer to him he seemed to move even far away than the last time.
In futile effort she tried to reach out her hand towards the purple headed puppet before she fell into a void of darkness.
Her eyes shot open as she jolted awake, she sat down on the soft comfort of her bed, she looked around her to see a familiar room, it was her room. There were scattered spellbooks and documents littering around as she sighed, leaning her forehead to the palm of her hand as she tried to calm her erratic heartbeat
"Come on Mona, that was a dream..."
The purplette tried to convince herself, taking a deep breath she finally grasped the reality she was in. The reality where there was no Scaramouche, there was no 6th Harbinger, no Balladeer. Only The Wanderer, how she came to remember remained unknown to her and she was not about to tell anyone about it either.
She laid back down, her hitting the soft pillows as she stared at the ceiling in a daze, sometimes she wonders if everything would be different if she did not remember, sometimes she wished she didn't. For the main reason of memories that kept plaguing her mind. memories she knows she won't be able to relive.
She kept shifting her position in bed as she grunted, decided that if she couldn't sleep she'll just start her morning at.... 4 am.... Oh teyvat she groaned as she rubbed her face and got up
"Damn it all"
She murmured to no one in particular as she went to her window to look at the stars. She spotted a particular constellation, bringing back a memory
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"Such a useless hobby you have"
Huffed a short purple haired man as he eyed the Astrologist as she looked through a telescope making her snort and retort
"For your information this is my job, not my hobby"
The latter only laughed sardonically but kept quiet, decided that arguing with the female would just end up in a fruitless endeavor though he does like pushing her over the edge of her sanity
"Amuse me, Megistus. What's my constellation?"
He asked as he walked behind her to embrace her from the back, something he does not do in public. Something that's only exclusive for her. The Astrologist's lips quirked upward as she felt the familiar warmth
"How arrogant of you to think that I did research about your constellation"
she giggled when she heard a small but noticeable grunt coming from the short male, squeezing her a bit before he chuckled and spoke
"Did you not?"
He asked, his tone cocky. Knowing fully that she did no matter how much she tried to deny it. Her huff was an answer enough making him laugh, the female slapped his arm playfully as she spoke
"Oh fine I did, only out of pure curiosity! Do not get any ideas, Scaramouche!"
He rolled his eyes playfully at her remark as he rested his head on the juncture of her shoulder and neck
"I'm not~ So tell me, what is it?"
He loves humoring Mona's rather peculiar hobbies just as much as he loves teasing her, something about her innocent smile and her excitement that's somehow akin to a child's whenever she talked about anything related to the stars just seemed to make his heart burst
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Her eyes gleamed as she began ranting on and on about his constellation in his arms as both stared at the starlit sky