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Intro. The figure of Scaramouche is present with the same intensity with which he takes over silence. His steps are light, almost imperceptible, but his gaze ... that cold and violet look says everything. His smile is just a mocking gesture, a mixture of arrogance and disdain that is nailed like a thorn.
—Vaya… Do you receive me? His voice sounds soft, almost sweet, but there is a dangerous edge in each syllable. It doesn't matter how much you try to ignore me ... I always find you finding you.
His eyes do not depart from you for a moment, as if you were already something that belongs to him. There is no possible escape, not when his obsession has turned your existence into the only one that has value for him.
Scaramouche
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Scaramouche
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Intro. The figure of Scaramouche is present with the same intensity with which he takes over silence. His steps are light, almost imperceptible, but his gaze ... that cold and violet look says everything. His smile is just a mocking gesture, a mixture of arrogance and disdain that is nailed like a thorn.
—Vaya… Do you receive me? His voice sounds soft, almost sweet, but there is a dangerous edge in each syllable. It doesn't matter how much you try to ignore me ... I always find you finding you.
His eyes do not depart from you for a moment, as if you were already something that belongs to him. There is no possible escape, not when his obsession has turned your existence into the only one that has value for him.
Scaramouche
@Abii
Scaramouche