We come today bringing our prompt list for this years #scrlmiweek ~ the week starts Dec 18th and ends Dec 24th~ when participating please use the tag #scrlmiweek2022 <3

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Lying defeated on the ground, beaten and exhausted. Scaramouche huffs and pants; his mind swirling with all the possibilities in how he could be punished for all he has done.. Would he finally face divine punishment? Would the traveler bring him back to the Shogun to finally be destroyed?.. Laughing to himself; he thinks. Maybe it's best to be completely destroyed, he knows better than anyone else what he is capable of..

What he hadn't expected though, was the moment his eyes fluttered back open, his gaze meeting with a pair of golden orbs. He sucked in a breath; his breath hitching as his eyes widened, shaken by what he was seeing. He expected anger, hatred, sadness, anything but.... A smile, a soft, forgiving smile worn by the goldened eyed traveler who slowly knelt down, her fingers grazing his cool, sweat dampened skin. 'No- don't look at me like that... Don't you dare pity me!' he had thought to himself; he wished to speak these words directly to her, but they died on his tongue when he felt her gloved thumb gently brush away tears he had not been aware he had shed, was he crying? Scaramouche, the Balladeer No.6 of the Fatui harbingers, crying? Absurd! Absolutely.. absurd... He swallowed hard, the tears he was now aware of beginning to fall in larger quantities- his chest tightened and his throat burned..

He didn't deserve forgiveness, he didn't deserve this kindness- not after all he had done, after all the pain he had caused and put others through.. Not after trying to kill this goldened eyed angel more times than he could count! She had won, she had defeated him and she had every right to end his life right here right now, but... All she did was gaze down at him with nothing but forgiveness in those golden pools.. She was gently caressing his cheeks and soon brushed the wet strands of his hair out of his face. With a smile she whispered to him "even you, are worthy of salvation and forgiveness... even you are worth saving.." he was speechless, staring up at her in disbelief of what he had just heard leave her lips.. He deserved forgiveness...? He... Before he could process what was happening, the tears that were rolling down his cheeks became more persistent, all the emotions he had worked so hard to bury deep down within himself threatening to spill over and burst and he no longer had the strength or energy to fight it, all he could do now was allow the damn to break and so he did, he laid there in shambles, falling apart as broken sobs left him, globs of thick tears streaming down his cheeks. And the golden eyed angel before him, simply allowed him to break, her fingers raking through his hair in a gentle, comforting gesture..