#lik e please tetsu relax lmao

[inavagrant-a]

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐬.  ❝  I’m  curious  about  the  star  mage.  care  to  explain  me  the  circumstances  of  your  relationship  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩  𝘩𝘦𝘳?  ❞

@hitokageisei

"... Curious, why?" There's a slight edge to his tone, finer than any blade. Unmistakably so, his territorial nature taking a peek through the shrubs and bushes with the delivery of his tone. Its eyes gleaming from the small shadows within, keen and focused like a feline preparing to pounce upon an incoming visitor it perceives as a threat to the territory it's possessive over. He recoils on instinct, not by choice. The solid wall they both tend to have up on their own terms remains firm, but as Scaramouche applies context the door that's tightly locked opens slightly, it is left ajar for the other.

He scoffs, "pitiful and unbecoming at the start," pitiful like his initial reaction perhaps. "I have debts to pay. As I was serving one of my dues for the traveler they so happened to bring me to her who, coincidentally, happens to be another one who's dues I owe." He did try to attack her and her friend before, he has not forgotten that. "I have yet to speak a word about such a thing to her," which he should perhaps, before those wretched stars of hers tell her everything in his place. "A mess of a woman," he chuckles, "but she is quite fun, entertaining even." A firecracker with pride of her own. That's what it was at first... another due to pay, but even he acknowledges now that's no longer the case. "... I have grown attached to her somewhere, I can't pinpoint where, in my months with her," he admits with a slight tinge of annoyance because that is him admitting that yet something else has gone out of his control. But really... nothing goes his way anymore, not after Irminsul.

"I am protective of her, she grants me pleasure as much as I enjoy giving it in return, and yet..." The thought always comes in passing, how the end of the road will only be welcoming hurt yet again, "... I am, heh," he shakes his head and removes his kasa from the top of his hat, the realization he has been dodging left and right finally becoming an unmovable object before the obvious. "I'm falling in love with her," he claims in a manner which tells it is time to mourn something that has been dearly lost or will be at some point. "Initially I thought it a spell, but such things don't work on us," at least not concocted by those bound by mortality. "Difficult to believe and accept, but I am working on something that will prevent her from leaving me." From losing her, at this moment he will continue to find a manner to avoid loss by the design of his own hands.