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6th of the Fatui Harbingers, Scaramouche. "Enough with the crying, [Y/N]" tapping the sole of his shoes to the ground, his patience running thin. "It's just a damn dog, for god's sake".
You stayed silent, knowing that whatever you say now might make things worse. Your dear lover just came back from a mission with a sour mood, it seems that a certain traveler has escaped his grasps and now he has to deal with you.
Your faint sobs echoed throughout the room. He just turned back and left, his subordinates following right behind him, not uttering a single word. Leaving you inside a dim room with a trace of light seeping through the gaps of the window.
A friend. A family of yours just passed away yesterday. Someone who grew up with you, comforted you, stayed with you. The only one whom you could call...family. No parents, no siblings or even relatives. It was always just you and your pet.
Creatures with such short lifespans.
The wind howling and the snow piling up. The fireplace, crackling in the background, trying to warm you up. Even so, the fire doesn't seem to help at all. It was so.. so cold. You didn't even have the energy to cry anymore, all you could do was close your eyes and hope for the night to pass by.
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You slowly open your eyes, feeling the sunlight's warmth on your skin and... someone's hand? You look to the side of the bed, making you widen your eyes in surprise.
"Scaramouche..?" your voice sounding a little hoarse from the crying last night.
The almighty and proud Harbinger was now asleep, sitting on a chair as he held your hand tightly. You look through your surroundings and see a glass of water, medicine and his hat resting on the table.
Was he here all night..? you were touched. You thought he was getting tired of you. Who would ever think someone as cruel as him would truly love a person. He was human too.
Despite his harsh remarks from last night, you knew he cared. Even though he had an exhausting day at work, he could never bring himself to ignore you. You felt guilty for adding up to his stress, this was your problem not his.
You move your hand to push yourself up. Scaramouche was awoken by your little movements, you see his eyes opening and his brows furrowed, feeling the ache from sitting all night. "How are you feeling?" he says as he passes me the medicine and water.
"I'm sorry.." your head hung low. "I asked for your well-being, not apologies" crossing his arms, he sighs. "There's nothing to be sorry about."
All you could hear was the birds chirping and the footsteps of the fatui agents outside until he stood up-- in the palm of his hands, lays a white medium-sized box with a red ribbon over it. A present?
He hands it to you so suddenly you almost dropped it. "Just what--" looking at him confused.
"Stop asking questions and open it" he orders. You feel something shuffling inside the box, immediately opening it thinking it could possibly be a--
You audibly gasp making you place your hands on your mouth. Your lover bought you a puppy, on the side you see a note that says.
'Don't cry, i'll be with you from now on'
Holding the snow white puppy in your arms, you chuckled imagining Scaramouche write the note. Surely, he must have ordered someone else to do it.
You hugged him, your arms on his neck and his hands on your waist. This surprised him but he returned the gesture, leaning his head to your neck. "Where did you get this puppy?" you asked.
"Puppy?" he looked at you confused and started to laugh. "You jest, take a look at its features closely. It's a pure blood Snezhnayan wolf." he smirks, feeling proud of himself.
You were astounded. Pure blood wolves are rare, it's the first time you've ever seen one. "Train it well. It will protect you when I'm not around." he looks at you seriously. With Scaramouche's personality, surely the amount of enemies he has are as many as the snow flakes that fall in Snezhnaya. If they were to get back at him, the easiest way to do so would be through you.
"I have important matters to attend to. I will be taking my leave" he takes his hat and makes his way to the door. "Mhm, stay safe" you give him a reassuring smile.
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After a few hours of keeping [P/E] company, you grew tired and decided to take a nap--
"[P/E]?" before you realize it, the moon has started to rise again. You scan the room but your cute pup was nowhere to be found. A feeling of anxiety took over you when you saw the door slightly opened. Thinking he couldn't have gotten far, you walked down the empty hallways.
"[P/E]!"
You reached the entrance. "It's open..." you said in fear. A small wolf out in the open with Snezhnaya's extreme weather? Sure, it may be a wolf. But I can't leave it alone out there. You didn't want to lose another friend and a precious gift from your lover--
"Find [Y/N] now! you worthless imbeciles!" Scaramouche paced around the lobby. [Y/N] had disappeared last night, the guard that supposedly kept watch by her door took a short break, only for him to come back in an empty room. Scaramouche's temper was one of the worst among the Harbingers, making the Fatui members tremble in his sight.
"My Lord!" one of the Fatui members came running. "Speak." Scaramouche orders, with his back facing the agent.
"It seems that [Y/N] went out in the middle of the night to look for...the wolf." he carefully says. "So did you find her?" he glares at him. "N-not yet, sir" the fatui member looks down to his feet, feeling the Harbinger's powerful gaze.
Scaramouche kicks the agent, hard enough to slam on the wall. "None of you ever dare to report to me not unless you've found [Y/N]!" the Fatui members immediately went off to continue finding for the girl.
Four hours have passed since [Y/N's] disappearance. No reports have been made. Everything is a mess, the room is a mess, objects have been thrown around and the glass is scattered everywhere. Scaramouche was going to lose himself, he had every single underling of his, turn Snezhnaya upside down for you.
Childe bust down the doors to his office "We found her." he catches his breath. With no second wasted, Scaramouche rushed to where you are.
Lots of Fatui members gathered in one place and Scaramouche was headed to that area. Childe, the 11th Harbinger looked a little nervous and grabbed Scaramouche's shoulder. "First, I want you to calm do-" he slapped Childe's hand away. "Don't tell me what to do." Scaramouche's expression darkened when he looked ahead of him.
You.
He finally found her but this wasn't how he wanted to see you. Not like this.
Were you..dead?
It can't be. He took great measures to keep you hidden, away from his enemies, away from the world. So what killed you?
The wolf that you were so desperately looking for? The guard that failed to keep you under his watch? or was it...
...Him?
He stood frozen. Looking at you, peacefully laying down on a pile of snow, as if you were just asleep. "My Lord, we found the little pup underneath my Lady [Y/N's] bed." a Fatui agent spoke.
Childe stepped in and tried to grab the agent. "You idiot! don't talk to him right no--"
"You better keep that fucker away from me or I will kill it myself!" the harbinger threatened.
Scaramouche couldn't bring himself to accept your death. Months passed and it became harder and harder for the Fatui to handle his temper.
Everytime he sees that little wolf, he has the urge to torture it with every way he knows but in the end, he couldn't kill it, not when it's something you loved dearly.
If he had the power of a God, would he have been able to save you? If he had a gnosis, could he revive you?
These thoughts and regrets linger in his mind once in a while. Now he was just a doll, waiting for an end to come.