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Sleep.
Yeah, sleep would be nice.
Out of everything in this world that I can possibly be afraid of, I was truly afraid of him.
I mean, I can easily beat him up and feed him to my snake, but he still terrifies me.
God, I just want to sleep. I just want to dream about moving away to some country with Mona where it’s just the two of us.
Shit, imagine if Mona found out about that? She would probably pack our suitcases right away and get us on the next flight.
Sleep.
Sleeping in a far away country with Mona in the other room and starting new.
Yeah, that’s perfect.
Scaramouche’s eyes slowly closed as he drifted away into a world that he likes to call paradise. He would never admit it when he’s awake though. To him and everyone around him, he’s not the type to even dare dream of a paradise where he isn’t just by himself. Although that would be nice, he loves Mona’s company too much. He feels as if, she’s the only one who doesn’t hate him. He doesn’t care if people hate him, he doesn’t care at all. In fact, he fucking hates people. Mona continues to leave him care packages full of candles whenever he's having a bad day and sends his daily horoscope every morning. She doesn’t hate him, she cares, and she’s his best friend. Best friend. A word Scaramouche thought he would never use in his life. When the hell did he become such a punk bitch? But there's just something about that girl that makes him feel.. free. So why is it so hard to let another person in? Oh yeah, that. Childe. The person who he told to fuck off.
In the morning, Scaramouche rolled out of his bed and falls onto the floor. He lays there for a few minutes and just stares at his ceiling. He can’t decide if he should leave his room today or leave the dorms and take the train that goes all the way downtown. Both options sound great, but 1. Mona would stay in their dorms making sure he was alright and try communicating with him through the door and 2. he’s broke, so he can’t afford an actual train ticket. He groaned as he covered his eyes, he’s terrified again. He groans loudly and there’s a sudden knock at his door. “Scara, it’s breakfast time! I made some pancakes and invited Childe over since we’re going out soon, hope you don’t mind.” Mona called out. “Are you laying on your floor again?”
Of course. God, of course.
Maybe, I’ll just stay in here.
“Scara! The pancakes gonna get cold. You are not going to sit in there all day again. Let’s go!” Mona started knocking on the door again which made Scaramouche groan even louder. “Fuck.. off.” He lets out as he sat up. “Where the fuck are you two going anyways?” He gets up and walks over to his tank to feed his snake. “You mean the three of us?! We’re going out to enjoy the wonders of nature, so make sure to put on comfortable shoes! And yes, you are one hundred percent going with us. Don’t care!” She shouts as she walked away and disappears into the kitchen.
Scara muttered something under his breath and decides to get dressed instead of fighting Mona. He would fight, but he must admit that he does need some fresh air.. plus she would win. He puts on whatever he could find which was a black turtleneck and some old pair of jeans. He walked over to his mirror and sighed as he picked up his citrine necklaces which Mona gifted to him. It apparently "protects you from negative energy, promotes happiness, boosts self-esteem" or whatever the hell. He doesn't believe in any of that bullshit, but a gift is a gift. He looks down at the dresser and picks up the sodalite that was in a small glass bowl. This wasn't from Mona. Mona and Childe went crystal shopping one day, Mona came back with a bunch of crap, but Childe only bought this.
While Mona was putting her stuff away, you pulled me into my room.
You gave me sodalite because it reminded you of me.
I told you to fuck off and never try that shit again.
You laughed it off and kept telling me about the power it holds.
To cleanse. Let go of guilt. Let go of fears. Truth. Protection
Everything that I needed and wanted.
You knew that's what I needed.
You wanted to give me everything I wanted.
Scara aired out his thoughts and tried to think about something else.. like the last Netflix original he watched with Mona; it was incredibly cheesy, but Mona CRIED. He shouldn’t be thinking about that now because right now it’s time to tear up Mona’s pancakes. He walked out of his room and into the kitchen. He sat down and began to eat right away. Mona is leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking her tea, and scrolling through twitter. “Full moon in Cancer tonight. You ready?” She lets out a small giggle. “What the fuck does that even mean, Mona?” Scara says with his mouth full. “First off, gross. Finish chewing before you talk to me. Second, it means you’re going to be up all night thinking about him.” She teases and sticks out her tongue. Scara spits out his food and makes a “plop” sound when the pancakes hit the plate. Mona looked at him with disgust, brushed him off, then went back to her phone. “You know, it’s okay to talk about what happened. You finally started to show emotions, you aren’t an emotionless bastard after all. Just let it all out, we all know there’s a big teddy bear underneath all that emo shit.” She said as she mindlessly scrolls. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Scara clenched his fists. “I didn’t feel shit. He meant nothing to me. I just wanted him to stop bothering me. He can go jump off a bridge and I still wouldn’t care about him.” He looked up at Mona with such anger, but Mona knew those eyes were full of sadness and regret. “Whatever. He should be here any-“ The front door opened and Childe was walking in with the goofiest grin. “Let’s go, people! I got blankets and snacks in my car just waiting for us!" Childe placed his hands on his hips as he walked into the kitchen. "Mona, bring your tarot cards."
Mona scoffed and pulled out her deck from the tote bag that was on the kitchen table. "I never leave without them." she puts them back into her bag with a smirk on her face. Scara looked down at his chewed up pancake blob and smiles faintly. Mona usually gives him a reading whenever he feels like shit. He doesn't even believe in astrology or tarot or crystals or whatever the hell, but they bring some comfort. Seeing how happy they make Mona is also a plus. The last reading was awful. The cards basically told him he was a piece of shit that can't let anyone in. Why is he even thinking about this right now? Fucking refocus.. Which he does once Childe puts a huge black brimmed hat with some navy blue, red, and gold accents. “To make sure your vampire ass doesn’t turn into dust when you finally step outside of this dorm.” He says with a warm smile. “Who says he would turn into dust? Maybe he would sparkle just like Edward Cullen.” Mona chimes in. “You two can go die.” Scara rolls his eyes as he stood up and took his hat off. “I don’t even like hats.” he mumbled while he throws out his food and places his plate in the sink. “That’s such a huge lie! You kept hinting you wanted a beanie for a month after your bad haircut!” Mona puts away her phone. “Yeah.. because of my bad haircut! My hair is fine now!” He turns around to see Childe and Mona laughing at him. “What?! It’s not bad!” His cheeks turn a faint red as he grabbed the hat and puts it back on. “Whatever! Let’s just fucking go.”
"Whatever you say, mullet."
"Childe, I'll end your entire fucking life right now."
And they’re off! A forest that Childe found awhile ago. Apparently, it’s the best spot he’s ever been to..even though he said that about the last four places he took Mona and Scara to. As they were walking through the forest, Scara kept mumbling about how much his feet were hurting while Mona had no problem at all. She kept telling him to shut up and stop complaining while she was literally on Childe’s back. “You don’t get to tell me to stop complaining.. You’re literally getting a piggyback ride from that idiot!” He starts to stomp ahead of them. “Aww.. you upset the child. Stop bullying him! Just look at him stomp with his angry little feet..” Childe pouts for a few seconds then bursted out laughing with Mona. Scara groans, he opens his mouth to say something back, but he was cut off by Childe running past him. “We’re here! We’re here!” he drops Mona onto the fresh grass and starts to do a lap around the small field. Mona curses at him while Childe laughed and stops in the middle of the field. The entire field is dim except for the one patch Childe is standing on. The sun could’ve hit anywhere else, but instead it was just shining on Childe. Scara takes a minute, he just stares at Childe in total awe.
Courage, success, good luck, protection.
Carnelian.
That's what you remind me of.
Was this pure bliss? How boring.. It was just a forest. He's always so captured in these moments even though they're dull and not really interesting to others. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
God, nothing even interesting happened yet.
Stop living in your head.
Let yourself enjoy this.
The smell. The warmth. The sounds.
Yeah, let's enjoy this.
Mona sets up the blankets right around where Childe was standing, she sighs as she takes out the deck from her bag and her water bottle. "There he goes again." she mumbled and sat down with her legs crossed. "You always notice that too?" Childe looked down at Mona and decided to take a seat next to her as she shuffled her cards. "Every time. He's never used to it.." she pulls out a card. "Having people who care, you know?" she placed the card on the blanket and turns it over. "Upright star." They both look up at Scara whose eyes were still closed. "A few days ago, this was reversed." Mona lifts it up and holds it right around eye level, closely examining Scara and the card. "I still need my little book to know what these cards mean." Childe chuckles. "What does that mean?" He looks at Mona then at Scara. "He's trying." she sighs and puts the card down. "Trying to just.. let himself be happy. There's new beginnings coming his way and growth. Can't wait to yell 'I told you so' in his face when it does." She smirks and looks at Scara once more. "He deserves it." she said as Scara opened his eyes and made eye contact with her.
"What the fuck are you two looking at?"
"Oh! You're sparkling just like Edward Cullen!"
"Mona, I hope you die."