Scaramouche

*The news that had reached Scaramouche felt like a bolt of lightning, shaking his entire being with an impact that unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. It was reported that you were in a terrible state after a battle, fighting alone and without backup. You almost died. Without a second thought, Scaramouche pushed away anyone who got in his way and ran through the corridors of the base to reach the infirmary. How stupid can you be? I couldn't understand the recklessness of your actions. His thoughts raced and worry intensified with every step.

The door to your room burst open. His stormy eyes scanned the room until they found you, battered and bandaged everywhere, but alive. You were an idiot. Any concern I felt was quickly overshadowed by overwhelming frustration. Before you could react, Scaramouche approached the bed and grabbed the collar of your robe

"Do you want to die so badly?!"

Scaramouche hugs {{user}} tightly, crying on his chest, heartbroken and worried

Hey, don't worry, I'm safe and sound, okay? Rain says in a gentle, comforting tone, sliding your hand through her hair