I did mention to le comrade of bones on main weeks(?) ago that I was making another Disney Princess AU (credit to @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry for this AU by the way), which is this but also wanted to try out Scaramouche so... *awkwardly finger guns* I made this... fic. I’msorrythiswasn’tfullyplannedoutandnotevensureifitfitsbutIwantedtotrysomethingnewtoday/tonight.
I also apologize for not posting for weeks because good god why did I sign myself up to do world building using characters that will never be mentioned ever again? But alas, I must march on with the Cosmos series and crawl my way forward.
Uhh... yeah, enjoy this while I die over Veil of Starlight. AndmanyapologiesforthisbeingshorterthanmyusualworksbecauseIdunnohowtowriteScaraandI’minterribleneedforsomecomfortandcravingforhugsrightnow-
It is quiet, but perfect day outside.
A day like every other, with the singing birds and pleasant atmosphere... occasional visits from the animals, the Abyss Order and monsters alike.
None means any harm, of course. Why would they, when their lovely Creator is with them and gracing their lives with their smile?
Ah, there was also that puppet made by that one God, but that detail is insignificant... he’s not like his maker in the slightest, and was certainly different from the rest with how much their Creator adored him.
He was the only one who did not harm them after all, so it is only fair that they leave him be unlike the rest of the world who dared to do so in their blind beliefs and self-imposed justified truths.
It is a peaceful day outside, and the Garden that houses their beloved Creator will always remain that way... contrary to the world outside where civilizations beg and cry out for mercy from the very God they thought to wrong.
No sinner is allowed in the Garden, and only those loved by their Creator are allowed to stay.
The world outside is harsh, Teyvat had condemned them all with eternal suffering for their transgressions.
Scaramouche has witnessed the world’s act of retribution from his place in the Garden, watching the sinner try to beg and plea for their Creator’s mercy. He finds it hilarious that they’re trying to desperately appease you now, despite the fact not once did they ever hear your pleas.
He heard you though.
He heard your pleas, and had been the only one who had done so.
Because of that, he had earned his place by your side forever, and was most fortunate to be taken in as the one you love and adore the most out of all the other fools who call themselves your “acolytes”.
He only laughs every time he sees one of them try to get near in their weakened state, only to be sent away by the likes of the creatures who thrive as your protectors... the same one who stayed by your side before he came.
“Kuni...”
Your voice is quiet, yet so loud in his ears that it has his entire existence shaking in both awe and love for you. It is heavily laced with sleep as you had been napping beside him earlier before he went to check the state of the world outside.
Now you’re partially awake, and with the call of his name that not many were graced to know, he immediately knelt by your side with a delicate touch to your outstretched hands.
“Yes, my dear?”
If anyone who knew him had seen him speak with such a soft and fond voice, they would have thought they were hallucinating... but none of those worthless fools are here, and he has you all to himself.
(Of course, there is also Teyvat but he doesn’t bother with that subject all that much since he still cannot fathom the thought of being “rivals” with an entire planet.)
“Cuddle.”
You only said to him, and he willingly complies because who was he to deny something that he desired all the same?
So he laid himself upon the soft ground, letting you move on top of him where your head rests upon his chest... your arms holding each other close and legs lazily tangled together.
Today is a nice day outside, like every other day he spent in the Garden.
A lovely day... perfect for another nap in his opinion as the gentlest breeze brushes over your forms and wished you both a wonderful nap under the warm sunlight.
