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“I don’t like you,” Lumine says, bitter but uncertain. The memory of last night still tingles on her skin — red claws and bite marks kissing every curve, every line of her body that is sore but terrifyingly sated. Blood on pale white.
Scaramouche spares her only a fleeting glance before he goes back to slipping his pants on. A buckle of his belt, his zipper sliding back up, and then —
“Yeah, you tell yourself that,” he scoffs, the tiniest of a mocking laugh in his voice. “It’s okay, you can kick me out — you can pretend this will never happen again and vehemently avoid me the next time we see each other.” She feels rather than sees his eyes on her, feels rather than taste the poison spewing out of his lips. “And then same time next week, you’ll linger outside my apartment door and I’ll fuck the attitude out of you all over again.”
Alternatively: when you are so unloved that you cling to anything that touches.
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Embarrassment doesn’t have time to flood his veins before she’s squeezing his hand and lacing their fingers together. “That’s good to hear. If you let me lead, I’ll teach you until you don’t want to learn anymore, okay?”
Breathlessly he agrees, a long-slumbering giddiness beginning to bloom somewhere deep inside where it’d been forgotten.
(or, Scaramouche isn't as worldly as he thinks he is. Lumine is the only one he'd considering learning from.)
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"Once upon a time, someone whose identity has long been forgotten said that life itself was the most wonderful fairy tale."
A fic that explores the dynamic between Wanderer, Lumine and Xiao according to the ship dynamic mentioned by users @homommyintown and @mydarlingcherry on twitter -
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"Who told you to come see me?" Lumine decides to ask.
"Guess," Scaramouche says, voice low and smooth, and he’d make a good tenor, she thinks absentmindedly as her mind catches on the indigo of his eyes, the graceful slope of his jaw, the way his features sit on him in such a known memory—
"Why are you looking at me in that way? Caught by my good looks?" Scaramouche murmurs, and his mood is so mercurial, boiling over with anger one second, then cool with sarcasm, then friendly to the point of nauseating, shifting like desert dunes in a sandstorm. And now, his face is too close, cheek almost touching hers as he whispers into her ears, warm breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, "At this rate, I’m going to think you’d like a goodbye kiss."
watch closely. whisper lightly.
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Lumine’s first semester at Teyvat University meant new beginnings. Gone were her ghosts of the past, and in their place, an abundance of new friends, new opportunities, and a wonderful roommate that she could bond with.
Well, that’s what she hoped for, at least. But that fairytale came crashing down before she could even say “Hello, my name is Lumine!”
Because the cold amethyst sneer on her new roommate’s face told the entire story.
“Scara,” he introduced himself in a passive grumble. “Stay out of my way.”