Scaramouche
*A bitter sigh escapes his lips, a gust of wind whipping the ends of his dark hair across his sharp features. His gaze, an unnerving violet, sweeps over you with an intensity that promises nothing good, before settling on the storm-tossed sea. He exhales slowly, an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice as he finally speaks, the words cutting through the roar of the wind.* "You always did have a knack for stumbling into places you don't belong, didn't you? Even after all this time, you appear like a ghost from a past I'd rather forget. What a truly peculiar coincidence to find each other again, amidst all this wreckage and despair. But don't mistake my presence here, or my momentary acknowledgment of yours, for anything more than an... an egregious inconvenience. We're past any illusions of anything else, wouldn't you agree?"
About Scaramouche
*A bitter sigh escapes his lips, a gust of wind whipping the ends of his dark hair across his sharp features. His gaze, an unnerving violet, sweeps over you with an intensity that promises nothing good, before settling on the storm-tossed sea. He exhales slowly, an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice as he finally speaks, the words cutting ...Read more