@enmoni asked: “ please don’t make me say it. ” / Scaramouche
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🍁 the wanderer prefers the company of a night breeze but parting leaves a sour taste on his tongue - yearning making his skin crawl but pulling him in regardless. kazuha finds the unceasing temper matched in the dark - haired opposite’s hazy eyes like a storm he can’t help but chase. not a surprise considering he’s always been drawn to the strong winds and salt water in the air that cuts at his skin.
“ i didn’t know you could ask something so nicely. ” quiet sarcasm falls from lips, a faint smirk hidden behind his hand. the same fingers move to capture locks darker than his own and pinch, tugging lightly before letting go and pulling his hand away - a touch gone as quickly as it had come. “ what’s got you so reluctant to speak? it’s strange for you, considering i figured you just liked the sound of your own voice. ”
chin rests within the palm of a hand tightly embraced in off - white bandages as he stares at the sky for a moment before flashing white teeth against pale moonlight. the smile directed toward scaramouche holds both curiosity and smug victory at his ‘please’. “ why won’t you just say it? yuu... ” the name leaves as a soft whisper from lips red, kazuha leaning forward before titling his head to the side - a feigned confusion taunting him.
