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M a m a. B o y.
Mamas boy, mamas boy.
A mamas boy, that's what he was.
Ever since scaramouche was created, he longed for the attention of his creator- his mother.
Ei never batted an eye in his direction, never gave him the closure of care or love
He was too weak in her eyes, a failed prototype. He was never strong enough to her, Never good enough.
He wept in his attempt at slumber for what felt like the first time in ages. Never was he given comfort, not of his mother's absence, his 'family' disowning him or that fire.
Nothing seemed to help the balladeer stop his crying, he himself didn't even know he was still capable of any emotion.
The thought alone made him cry harder, he was supposed to be emotionless, 'never to feel the filth of human emotion again' he had once put it.
Yet here he was, in a house deep in sumeru now being known as 'wanderer', removing himself from the rest of the world, as far away from inazuma as he could be at the time.
He was exhausted. Crying certainly didn't help at all, muffled sobs could be heard throughout the whole home.
Nothing but anguish lingered in the air, hints of regret and sorrow filled the space. It was suffocating to say the least.
The pressure in kunikuzushi's chest, the pounding of a non-existent heart, the blur of the tears and the sting of how they burned against his skin.
The building of a panic attack, when was the last time he had one of those??
He couldn't breathe, his skin was on fire, ears ringing and what he wished was a heart in his throat.
He was going to pass out.
He just wanted his mom.
'I miss her.'