How does one live without a heart? — The Balladeer does it every day. He isn’t mortal, he has no need for a heart. Scaramouche has no need for any mortal feelings or desires, and he’d scoff in your face if you mentioned it. Yet even after this long, he definitely yearns for one.

What makes somebody human? Well no mortal is perfect, Scaramouche has experienced that first hand. Humans are cruel creatures that discard people like garbage when they aren’t needed anymore. And yet, Scaramouche loves one.

You’re the closest he has to having a heart, dare he say you are his heart. Scaramouche longs to hear the beating of your own. So, after a long day, he drops his hat off on your shared couch and marches off to the bedroom.

Where you, his lover, lay in bed after your own day. When had he gotten so lucky, having someone to go home to? He is repulsive and cruel, yet you stay by him. Scaramouche is by no means a simple man, but he finds himself climbing into bed and lying on top of you, his ear pressed to your chest.

Scaramouche finds comfort in hearing your heartbeat, how it hastens and lessens. Arms wrapped around you, silent. He would never admit this to you, but he’s sure you know it.