Prompt: In which you are accused of treason against the Fatui, and all Scaramouche could do was hold you in his arms as your consciousness slipped away.
Pairing: Scaramouche/gn!Reader
Categories: Unrequited Love, Angst, Death
Wordcount: 743
Shaky breaths left your lips as you dashed as far as your legs could carry you.
Just a few more steps.
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