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You feel like your drowning. You want this moment to end. You feel like your stuck on your head, your mind numbing...
You gasp, grasping your throat as you look up at the cold gaze of Scaramouche. You feel as if the sharpness of his purple eyes has you by your throat.
You can't move. Not while theres blood everywhere you look, not while your on your knees in front of him, under that terribly scrutinizing glare of his.
Your hands grasps scaramouche's, a smile on your face. His gaze is sharp and judging but it's not cold. He looks at you with some type of recognition, at least.
"You didn't smack my hand away."
You say, smiling. He just scoff ands then snatches his hand away, crossing his arms.
"What're you talking about you worthless mortal?"
He sharply bit like a poison, but you could see through it. You were convinced that you could fix him.
"You can't fool me."
You insist promptly, your eyes staring daringly into his.
Scaramouche's never seen someone challenge him like this before. How could such a weak human even dream of saying such to him?
His eyes narrow.
"You either don't regard your life or are very stupid. What a pitiful being."
He says with contempt
"I'm neither."
You claim, snatching his hand back into both of your own this time.
He looks at you with disgust(and is there a bit of something else?).
"you're absurd."
He exclaims, looking down at his hand held in yours, an unreadable look in his eyes as his jaw tightens.
"You're the one who doesn't see the big picture."
You say, but you actually consider the fact of you maybe being stupid for going after such an impossible heart.
But when did you ever care about that?