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Striking indigo eyes, a cheeky yet kind smile, purple locks roughly chopped at its back and most of all a face fairer than anyone I’ve ever seen. His name is Scaramouche, son to one of inazumas’s top models and my favorite idol.
A broke college student saunters her way to a rowdy crowd as she holds a ticket to a fanmeet of one of teyvat’s top idol groups, 6wirl.
The girl mentioned upon opening the door now bumps into a guy with a short stature and a prominent red eyeliner.
“Oww..Ah I am so sorry are you—.” “Shut it.” a raspy bratty voice cuts her off. The short guy glares at this insect who had bumped him with his striking bold red eyeliner.
Red eyeliner…indigo hair. Only someone could look this pretty. The girl looked like a fish with her mouth agape.
“Scaramouche…?”
“..You’re wasting my time.” Scaramouche just leaves her to be, he looked like he was in a hurry.
Was that really Scara? That Scaramouche with the prettiest face known to man? Face adorned stunning cat eyes, glossy lips, soft cheeks and that flawless skin?
Is that really him? Who knew he had that much of an attitude. The girl muses in her mind as she frantically makes out what had just occurred.
“What the hell…” As the girl blankly stares at the empty space.
“Baby no way you had just bump into that hot guy!! If i were you i would totally slip my number and wink at him.!!!”
The brunette says as she embraces me into a hug. “Pfft– I totally would want to see that.” I reply, and my of course I hug my baby back–.”
“Ahem.” My manager coughs so loudly that she almost choked herself. “Excuse me..” The middle-age woman embarrassingly composes herself.
“Ms. Karen , are you okay..?”Ashley, my only friend and co-worker here, asks our manager with doubt “Yes of course I am, anyway Y/N may I have your reason for your request of leave of absence for next week’s Tuesday and Wednesday?”
“..It’s for personal reasons.” I say as I try my best not to panic, this woman’s instinct is not to be made light of.
Ms. Karen cocks her eyebrow at me..”Really huh.” She doesn’t look as convinced as expected, she babies me too much really. Ash help me!!! As I scream in my mind Ashely stares back and flashes me a haughty grin. No way this woman just left me–.
“Ms. Karen don;t you think our girl here deserves a break she’s already graduating too. A two-day break seems like nothing compared to her diligence, as her senior my work pales par compared to her, besides don’t you think you’re spoiling her too much you never did that to me..” The woman dramatically droops her shoulder and pretends to have her heart crush as she winks at me.
She mouths “Drinks, your treat.”
I could only sigh with acceptance
I swear I am going to slap the living shit out of her someday.
“So..what has gotten this honeybunch on leave eh?” Ashley asks her junior at work as she gulps her drink down her throat and scoots over my chair. “It’s nothing really ugh.. You’re so annoying. You reek of alcohol, get away from me.” The younger girl says as she glares at her senior.
“No shit, so what is it?” “It’s a fanmeeting of 6wirl, i luckily bought one before they sold out.” the girl absentmindedly stares at the crowd beside them.
“Hmmm. So why the long face, you’re finally meeting that guy?” “It doesnt feel real at all..” I lazily reply to her with my hand leaning over my chin. Having a ticket and “that” included..
……
Days pass by so fast and I am already at the fanmeeting. The line is making my head feel dizzy.
I look over at the other panels. I see the other group members. Venti…That guy what the hell is he doing. His manager looks like he’s about to faint….
I avert my eyes away from whatever Venti was cooking. I look over the Kazuha’s panel. He looked pretty as always, his relaxed and carefree demeanor and and…!! That soft fluffy hair tied in a low ponytail is….
I pass time by looking at the other members’ charming appearances.. And with other fans’ exquisite looks. Especially with that person wearing a long umber coat draped over a black turtleneck–
…
When I came back to myself I was already the next person in line.
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you. I am glad that you were able to win a ticket–.” The purple man with a bold red eyeliner cuts himself off. He blankly stares at the girl, eyes discerning her everything.
The petite man eyes’ now turn so soft “Ah. Sorry it’s just that you seem so familiar..” He flashes her a sorry smile. “It was just my mistake..” He assures with glee. Yet his eyes are empty, without any answer he beams at her a knowing smile. “Are you perhaps nerv–.”
“Ohh to be recognized by you is nothing but a blessing..I am sure you were just mistaken Mr. Scaramouche. I mean there’s no way that would happen…!” The girl laughs, she looks down bashful.
“...”
“Ah really~~Please just call me Scara for familiarity's sake, using mister is a bit distant don’t you think?” He displays her the most business smile ever.
What a two-faced bitch the girl merely thinks she would die if she says that out aloud.
“I wouldn’t want to force you…Ah then would you like to request something?” He says with warmthness
“Ah then!! Is it alright If you pose for a picture..? You seldom post pictures in social media ah if you don't like I would not post them..! I was always a fan of your photohoots even from back then…
He flinches over this. I wonder why.
“My of course it would be my utmost pleasure, here cheeese.” Scara shows his toothy grin as he leans back against the chair and towers over the camera.
“Thank you so much Mr. Sc–Scara!! This makes me very happy!!” The girl beams at him with unadulterated happiness.
“I am glad I could be of help.” He tells me
He nows extends his hand. I look at it with curiosity. He bats his eyelashes at me, indigo eyes look at me empty.
“....?”
“Would you like a handshake?”
A handshake?
“Ah sure please–.” The girl was taken back
He abruptly pulls me in. His soft hands linger over mine. He even leans closer at this proximity?
His warmth breath ushers over my ear. God he smelt good. He smells like a fresh bouquet of flowers, fresh and flowers carefully selected to complement each other. Not a hint of imperfection. What beauty products does this guy even use? His hair looks so soft even up close.
I feel him smile against my ear. “Don’t you even dare fucking tell anyone.” He lets me go and cocks his iconic smile and gestures.
“Guards please take her away~.”
As the guards take me away. That fucking purple short guy waves at me. “Bye-bye~.”
“Maam this way please.”One of the guards say as I absentmindedly follow them. They drop me at the exit.
“Have a great day mam.”
What a fucking joke. Great day my ass oh my god that guy is a fucking asshole why hasn’t anyone caught wind of his goddamn pettines..I mean not like i was better but still…What a bitch.
…..
He looked like he was out of this world, he looked feminine yet his toned body tells you otherwise.
A build that was a result of years of training. That nasal cheeky voice, when he speaks it was as if an angel came down from heaven.
I dreamt of painting over that face. I dreamt of accentuating his features with just a touch of brush. His rosy cheeks, foxy eyes and lustrous lips.
Everything about him was so pretty I couldn't take my eyes off. He shined the brightest in the stage and I wanted to capture that
In a way he was my dream. From that magazine I stole from the neighbor kid from all those years ago. I was engrossed by him so much that I wanted to become a make-up artist.
I knew that I would never know that Scaramouche beyond that screen. I know that but..I feel betrayed from god’s know what. This is all so frustrating and confusing.
It felt just like a breakup..He was my muse after all. My raison d'etre.