Be my "forevermore" :: chiscara

Chptr::1

Please read the Desc and this is my very first time writing a fic so don't expect much

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Pov: 3rd
It was officially, Kunikuzushi's first day as a harbinger, well not "Kunikuzushi",,, anymore. He had just very recently decided to change it to "scaramouche". The name that was given to him, by the electro archon was to hard for him to keep. It wasn't the only thing that was gifted to him buy her, that he had abruptly changed. His hair, which used to be long, resembling hers, had been cut off. Into something even scaramouche could agree wasn't very pleasant to the eye, but was he ever going to admit it? Heck no.

!!Please read!! ((a/n: just to make it a lot les confusing, in this au scara became a harbinger after all the other harbingers we've seen in the trailer thingy + plus Signora ofc can't forget her. Scara had been working as a fatui for quite a few years before becoming a harbinger but none of the other harbingers took notice in him so he's practically new. Signora also hasn't died yet, k that's it.))

Pov: scara
I had woken up to the bright winter sun flooding into my small bland room given to me by the tsaritsa, which I hadn't bothered making any nicer. Even though it was the middle of spring I was in Snezhnaya which isn't exactly where I though I would be a couple hundred years ago. But this isn't the right time to think about what my life could have been, It's my first day as a harbinger.

After I had taken care of my morning routine I decided it was probably best to see what the tsaritsa had in store for me. Plus I was kinda interested of getting to know the harbingers more, except for that one blue haired dude I don't really remember him but he seemed annoying and kinda creepy.

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I made my way down the cold long corridor, stopping at a, pretty, big golden door. There had been multiple agents, probably to many for my liking, trying to ensure the dear tsaritsas safety, though im quite sure she could deal with what ever came through this door. She was an archon after all.

Two of the agents took one quick look at me, glanced at each other with a slight nod, followed by the doors slowly opening.

It was only on occasions I visited the gorgeous Thrown room, but when I did I was sure to take in all its beauty. My thoughts had been interrupted by the sound of the annoying agents voice.

"Lady tsaritsa, someone is here to see you, I believe it's the knew harbinger."

"Why yes thank you, you are free to go."

Even though I've heard her voice hundreds of times, it still sent a shiver down my spin. With a bow the agent left in the same direction we had both came from. Doing the same as the agent I as well bowed.

"What is it that you wish to speak to be about, balladeer?"

"I was wondering if there is anything you'd like me to do for you, also, I'm not quite sure what being a harbinger is really all about, I guess you could say I was, confused?"

"Why yes, their isn't anything I wish for you to do for me at the current time, but I'd like to mention that I'm planning a meeting with all the harbingers, including you of course. I'll be sure to inform you and the others later today about the times. I think it's important on your first day to learn, as you said, what it's really like to be a harbinger. But most importantly for you to meet your coworkers. Being at the rank you now own, you should know who your working with yes?"

"Yes of course, thank you very much for your time, lady tsaritsa."

"You are very welcome, balladeer, you may leave."

I bowed my head before walking away 'I hate that stupid name "balladeer" why can't people just use "scaramouche", it's really not that hard.'

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When I got to my room I fell straight down into my bed, thinking about what ever the hell the next couple years were gonna be like before dozing of to sleep.

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I had woken up after a hour or two, because of a bad dream I had of the time my dear "mother" had abandoned me. To cool of my mind I got up, and went to the washroom. I ran the tap water, making sure it was cold, which didn't take to long, you could barely get hot enough water in this place. I splashed some on my face, trying to avoid looking at myself in the mirror. It was something I hated about being a puppet designed to look like an exact replica of it's creator.

I checked the time pulling out my pocket watch '16:57'. My mind couldn't help but wonder when this meeting was. As if celestia could read my mind, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it, the first thing I saw was a fatui diplomat with a letter in his hand.

"Hello, balladeer, this is a letter the tsaritsa ordered me to give you."

"Thanks" I said in an annoyed tone before snatching the letter and closing the door, not wanting to here anymore. I still cant stand that stupid title 'balladeer' It was so annoying.

Pov: 3rd
Not wanting to waste anytime he sat down at his desk, carefully removing the red wax placed over the envelope's flap to sell the note. After removing it he took the paper out, unfolding it, and holding it in between his two hands.

'Dear, Scaramouche'

Pov: scara
"Scaramouche? Was she actually using my real name for once? Speaking of celestia hearing my thoughts, I'm starting to think it's her whose hearing my thoughts, for fuck sake."

Scara said cutting off himself from reading then starting again.

'As you know I've been planning your first meeting as a harbinger. All the other harbingers are said to be arriving at 18:30, but I'd like you to come at 18:10 instead so I can go over some extra information with you. I'm sure you know where the meeting room is but if you get confused be sure to ask a diplomat for help. Wouldn't want you getting lost on your first day would we?
From, the tsaritsa'

"Great another person babying me thinking I can't handle it by myself, of course I know where the meeting room is and why would I need extra help? I've gotten myself where I am today with no one's help and I'm doing pretty damn good. That stupid witch would be having second thoughts of leaving me. Tch, I'm not some precious doll."

Great, I was rambling,, again, whatever. I checked the time and it was now '17:37' I have less than 30 minutes before the tsaritsa wants to see me, absolutely amazing.

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I HAD TO REWRITE THIS CAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DIDNT PUBLISH IT PROPERLY BUT ITS ALL G WE DID IT AND ITS HONESTLY BETTER THAN IT WAS HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I LIKED WRITING IT
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