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Words Of Fate

Istg there are NO scara soulmate fics wtf 😭 he deserves love too

He deemed it to be worthless. 

Such a thing like soulmates, is unnecessary and bothersome. Another burden for him to carry. 

The Raiden Shogun did not know the reason why he has the words of fate on his skin. The black ink imprinted on his wrist, he hated it. It irks him to think about how he has a soulmate. Just another obstacle in his life. 

“Can you hold my hand?” 

Even the choice of words make him scoff. The audacity of this mere mortal. What a fool. 

He was not excited to meet his so called soulmate. Instead he dreaded it and wish they never will. 

But then, why did he felt electric? 

After receiving the Raiden Shogun’s gnosis, Scaramouche went far away from the delusion factory’s territory. 

With the gnosis, he knows what he can do. And he is not going to hesitate. 

The man wandered to a deserted forest with a loud yet bizarrely beautiful waterfall. Only to bump into a certain person. 

He is taken aback at how there is another person here, but is also pissed at that fact. 

He took in the girl’s appearance. She looked way too normal, there was nothing out of the ordinary. And her glossy eyes spoke for themselves. 

The girl stared at him quietly, hiccuping here and there. And then, without a single word, she glance back to the clear water surface. 

He also didn’t feel like saying anything. Instead, he clicked his tongue and decided to go to a different area. 

But she stopped him. 

“Can you hold my hand?”

The balladeer raised a brow at the question, the same question imprinted on his pale skin.

He furrowed his brows at the realization. 

She’s his soulmate? This weak mortal girl?

She seems so fragile and light, as if a small touch can instantly kill her. 

He glanced at her waiting hand. She continued to sob quietly, what made her cry anyways?

Something urged inside the wanderer. Without a beating heart, what could it possibly be?

No, he isn’t soft for this girl. 

He is irritated at the fact that he found his soulmate, but he also... isn’t mad about it. 

Scaramouche sighed. 

Before he knew it, his hand is already intertwined with hers. 

Her overly soft and warm hand, such a big contrast to his dry and cold ones. It was nice. 

The two stood there, both staring down at the stream left by the waterfall. 

Both were silent, but they didn’t mind. Just the other’s company is enough. 

Maybe, he did grow soft for her. His so called soulmate that he despised so much. 

And then he spoke them. 

The magic words on her skin. 

 “Just for a little bit.”