hello!! saint here ( they/them . 18+ ) !! you can find my writings here and request some of your own! i want to make it clear that the arcana does not belong to me, nor do any of the characters unless stated otherwise. eventually, i will begin to expand my content to other fandoms, but until then the arcana is what i am focusing on.
ASRA ALNAZAR
remember my love
yandere asra
asra wants a kiss
midnight
spooky season
“people think we’re married.”
“people think we’re married.” second part.
gifts of love
whispers of time
cryptic
JULIAN DEVORAK
stay
spooky season
when all is forgotten
happy birthday doctor!
NADIA SATRINAVA
spooky season
MURIEL OF THE KOKHURI
the florist
writings in progress . .
prompts
request are open !
there are a list of prompts, some i’ve found on tumblr and pinterest that i plan on eventually writing. i plan to add more throughout the week, but if you see something that sparks your interest please feel free to send in a request for a character.
hello! I was hoping to request asra (with faust?) reaction to mc having a ferret as a familiar? you can also do m6 or write it however you want!
ASRA & FAUST
asra’s familiar, faust, the purple serpent, is initially intrigued by the ferret, her slitted eyes narrowing in curious appraisal
your ferret always scampers around, and faust coils lazily, her serpentine body mimicking the agile movements of the smaller creature.
sometimes asra chuckles, “looks like she’s found a new friend. quite the playful duo, aren’t they?” he’ll say as he wraps his arm around your waist and watches your magical companions play around
when your ferret attempts to engage faust in a game of chase, she playfully sways away, matching the lively energy with a surprising amount of enthusiasm
there’s never a dull moment when the four of you are alll together, and of course, your fluffly companion along with faust make it a mission to keep you and asra on your toes
JULIAN & MALAK
malak, julian’s raven, will definitely eye the ferret with a haughty demeanor, as if unimpressed by its presence.
though your ferret, undeterred by his aloofness, constantly attempts to engage in a game of hide-and-seek, which causes the raven to caw disapprovingly
“well, malak, it seems you’ve got some competition for mischief in the house,” julian would tease while watching the dynamic between the two familiars
LUCIO & MERCEDES & MELCHIOR
mercedes and melchior, the two white borzoi girl dogs, initially view your new familiar with curiosity and indifference.
the ferret, with its boundless energy, tries to initiate a game of tag with the elegant borzois, causing them to elegantly dodge its advances.
lucio would grin, “seems like the dogs have a lively new companion. quite the trio we have here!”
as the ferret curls up beside the borzois, lucio pats them all affectionately. “is this okay, my lovely trio?” he asks, receiving a chorus of approving barks.
NADIA & CHANDRA
chandra, the sophisticated and stuck-up owl familiar, regards the ferret with a disdainful hoot, clearly unimpressed by the smaller creature’s antics.
your ferret, undeterred by chandra’s attitude, continues its playful escapades, earning an eye roll from the regal owl.
nadia smirks, “it appears chandra has found a challenger to her elegance. quite the lively addition to the court, don’t you think?”
your familiar, seemingly unfazed by the owl’s haughtiness, curls up next to her. nadia chuckles, “well, it seems they’ve reached a truce, at least for now.”
PORTIA & PEPI
pepi, portia’s cat familiar, eyes the ferret with so much curiosity, yet with mild irritation, unimpressed by its energetic demeanor.
your small companion, seemingly oblivious to pepi’s disapproval, tries to engage the cat in a game of pouncing, earning an annoyed swat in response.
portia gasps, “pepi!” she exclaims, calmly scolding her own familiar as she’s quick to coddle yours.
when your ferret curls up next to pepi, portia grins, ”is this okay?” pepi responds with an aloof purr, a sign of reluctant acceptance.
MURIEL & INNANA
innana, muriel’s gray female wolf familiar, observes the ferret with a stoic gaze, her tail flicking with mild interest.
your ferret, undeterred by her imposing presence, attempts to engage her in a game of tag, earning a patient tolerance from the wolf.
muriel, with a rare smile, simply murmurs, “that’s more her speed.”
as the ferret nuzzles against innana’s fur, muriel ruffles both their heads. “is this okay, innana?” he asks, receiving a quiet but affirmative huff from the wolf.
pre canon - asra drops hints of possible feelings but often disappears on mysterious trips. upon his return to the shop, you, longing for connection, pull him into a hug. it becomes evident that he missed you more than he allows himself to admit.
The air in the cluttered little shop carried the scent of herbs and old parchment as Asra returned from yet another mysterious journey, one of the many that you knew little about.
You had been left in the shop once again, wondering where you stood with the enigmatic magician. In the dimly lit shop, surrounded by mysterious artifacts, you found yourself in familiar yet uncertain territory. The magician’s secretive nature left you in a perpetual state of wondering. At times, there were glimpses of intimacy, moments when the barrier between you seemed to dissolve like mist in the morning sun.
Yet, just as quickly as those moments arrived, they were replaced by the chilling echoes of his distant disappearances, leaving you grasping at shadows in search of clarity.
The door creaked open, and Asra stepped into the shop. A brief exchange of glances ensued, and in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of something danced. Sensing the unspoken complexity, you couldn’t help but comment on his return.
“Back already, I see,” you remarked, attempting to cloak the uncertainty that lingered beneath your words.
He smiled, a hint of warmth in his violet eyes. “Yes, the world is vast and full of surprises. But I’m always drawn back to this place.”
You wondered if he meant the shop or something else entirely. The ambiguity of his words left you yearning for clarity. Asra, sensing your inner turmoil, approached with a small, comforting smile.
Uncertainty gripped your thoughts as you hesitantly posed the question, “Is this okay?” Wondering whether your embrace would be welcomed by him, you gently pulled him into a hug. Asra’s presence felt both reassuring and elusive, a balance that mirrored your emotions. You wished for him to understand the your longing and the sincerity behind the simple act of embracing him.
Asra’s arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “More than okay.” he confessed, tightening the embrace as if to emphasize the sentiment. It was a rare revelation, a glimpse behind the veiled curtains of his guarded demeanor. The barriers he usually kept so firmly in place seemed to soften, allowing a genuine understanding to bloom between you, revealing a side of him that was usually shrouded in mystery.
For a heartbeat, you both lingered in the embrace, the unspoken tension between you dissipating. Asra, the master of secrets, allowed himself this vulnerable moment, silently confessing that he missed you far more than his words would ever let on.
His white hair brushed against your face when he pulled away, his affection for you shining in his eyes. “I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered, his words a promise that carried more weight than any spell.
You couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Asra’s heart than met the eye.
Hi I hope your doing ok and your day has been great!❤️
I was wondering if you could write a Muriel x florist reader where when Muriel is making his once in awhile trip into vesuvia he goes past the readers shop and she gives him tulips because he looks sad and he takes them but after he's gone they forget him obv but the next time he comes into town it happens again and again until he finally gives the reader myrrh and then they remember all those times and get really embarrassed
Muriel was a solitary man who rarely ventured into the bustling city of Vesuvia. He preferred the quiet solitude of the forest, where he could be alone with his thoughts. But every once in a while, he would make the journey into the city, where he would inevitably pass by the small florist shop on the corner.
You were kind and gentle soul and noticed when Muriel walked by. He had a somber look on his face, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
As the robust man walked past the shop, you stepped out and handed him a bright red tulip — one that you intended to decorate the shop with, but you felt much happier giving it away to the man who looked like his spirit could be lifted.
“For you.” You simply said, a soft and gentle smile painting your face.
Muriel was surprised, looking between you and the flower as he came to a stop in front of you. “..Why?” He hesitantly asked, confused as to why you were giving him a flower. It wasn’t like he asked for it.
His question didn’t change your mind, and you contined to hold the flower out for him to take. “I just wanted to.”
Muriel huffed, cautiously accepting the gift with a quiet mumble of thanks. He continued on his way, but he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter with the flower in his hand.
The next time Muriel came into town, you were messing around with another bouquet of flowers. Not that you were looking to give them away so soon, but the towering man looked like he could use something to lift his spirits. “You look like you could use these.” You cheerfully say to the man. This time, it was a colorful mix of daffodils and sunflowers. Muriel accepted the gift with a small smile, and he walked away feeling a little less lonely.
This pattern continued every time Muriel made his way into Vesuvia. You would always have another flower to give him, and Muriel would always accept them, everyday more gratefully — even if you forgot about your interaction with him as soon as he pareted ways.
He even began wondering if his appearances in the town were filled with hope of receiving another flower from you.
One day, Muriel returned to your shop with a small pouch of myrrh in his hand. He avoided making eye contact with you, his cheeks burning red. “Here.” He bashfully offered you the pouch.
Curiosity got the best of you as reached for it. It was strange for someone to give you something, especially a person whose body language hinted at him not wanting to interact with you too much.
Holding the pouch of myrrh in your hand, you slowly came to remember how the man wasn’t as unfamiliar to you as you thought. Memories that you were buried in the dark were now coming to light.
You feel your face heat up, embarrassed that you had forgotten him each time he came into town, and each time you had given him a new flower.
Muriel cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the floor. “It’s myrrh. Helps you remember things,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.
You carefully opened the pouch, revealing the delicate myrrh blooms within. “Remember things? Like what?” you asked, oblivious to the fact that the answer was already unfolding in your mind.
Muriel shifted uncomfortably, his green eyes avoiding contact with yours. “Memories. Stuff that you forgot,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.
As the scent of myrrh filled the air, a flood of forgotten encounters with Muriel rushed back into your consciousness. Your eyes widened in realization, and you felt your face heat up.
“Oh,” you mumbled, a mix of embarrassment and apology in your voice. “I... I gave you flowers before, didn’t I?”
Muriel nodded, sparing a quick glance in your direction. “Yeah. Every time I came to town."
Your cheeks burned hotter. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to forget. I just... didn’t remember.”
“Don’t worry,” Muriel reassured, though his discomfort was palpable. “You weren’t supposed to.” his deep voice was low, barely able to be heard. “The myrrh is supposed to help with that.”
You fidgeted with the pouch in your hands, feeling a mix of gratitude and sheepishness. “Thank you for helping me remember. I feel... really embarrassed."
Muriel scratched the back of his head, a gesture that betrayed his own unease. “Don’t be. I just thought... maybe it’d be better if you remembered.”
You nodded, appreciating his sincerity. “I just wish I hadn’t forgotten all those times I gave you flowers."
Muriel’s lips faintly turned into a smile, practically invisible, but he said notthing more.
“Why didn't you stop me before?” you curiously asked the tall man, your eyes reflecting genuine curiosity and a touch of embarrassment.
He simply shrugged, his dark hair falling in front of his scarred face. “Didn’t think it was worth it. It’s easier this way,” he replied, his tone etched with uncertainty, and a hint of awkwardness. “It’s fine. Flowers helped, myrrh just... sealed the deal, I guess.”
You nodded, understanding dawning on you. "I appreciate it, Muriel. Next time, if there’s a next time, just give me a nudge or something."
He chuckled, a rare sound that warmed the conversation. “I’ll keep that in mind. You seem to like flowers, so...”
You laughed, breaking any lingering tension. “Yeah, I do. And now I won’t forget you, or the flowers I gave you.”
“...That’s a start.”
You were relieved and decided to lighten the mood. “I hope to see you around more now that I know who you are. Flowers or not, it’d be nice.”
Muriel’s eyes softened and his cheeks flushed red, a hint of something akin to happiness flickering in them. But, he found it challenging to express himself verbally. Instead, he nodded, the acknowledgment of your words etched in his quiet demeanor.
You smiled warmly, appreciating the unspoken understanding. “Take care, Muriel. See you around, hopefully.”
And with that, Muriel nodded again, his gaze lingering for a moment before he quickly turned to leave. As you watched him walk away, there was a subtle shift in the air. The cycle of forgotten encounters had been broken, and the prospect of future interactions brought a quiet contentment to your heart.
you find a picture of asra from long before the two of you met and you can’t stop admiring it.
You stumble into the room that both you and Asra shared, only to find colorful clothes scattered on the bed. You had no doubt that they belonged to Asra. On the edge of the bed was a framed picture, so close to falling off that a bump to the mattress could have made it fall and broken it.
He always was a bit messy, but you didn’t mind helping him straighten up his things here and there.
Making your way to fix it, your eyes fall on the young kid in the photo. A wide smile paints your face as you recognize what it is— or who. Bright purple eyes stared from the picture, yet these eyes belonged to a younger version of the person you knew. The white hair and golden skin gave it away, not to mention the signature scarf he always styled with his outfits.
You almost wanted to let out a loud “aw” at the sight of a much younger Asra smiling at you from the picture, but the familiar voice that came from behind you had spoke even before a could even get a word out.
Just as you marveled at the younger version of him, the familiar voice of your magician lover interrupted your thoughts. “I meant to clean this mess up.” Asra declared, appearing in the doorway with an apologetic grin on his face.
Instead, you turn around with the frame in your hand. “You were so adorable!” you exclaimed, unable to hold your excitement.
Asra’s eyes met yours, curiosity dancing in the violet depths. A soft smile graced his lips, the contrast between the past and present evident in the warmth that radiated from the framed photograph and the genuine connection between you and the person before you.
His eyes twinkled mischievously as he observed you holding the framed picture. “Ah, my youthful days,” he mused, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “Care to share what you’ve found?”
You couldn’t contain the affectionate grin on your face. “Look at you! White hair, golden skin, and that signature scarf. You were absolutely adorable.”
Asra chuckled, a melodic sound that filled the room with warmth. “I suppose I’ve always had a flair for fashion.” He gestured towards the colorful chaos on the bed. “Although, it seems my fashion sense hasn’t evolved much since then.”
You playfully rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. Your style is timeless. Besides, who doesn’t love a bit of magic in their wardrobe?”
“As much as I appreciate your fashion critique,” Asra began, a playful glint in his eyes, “I need help cleaning up. Not that I mind the distraction, of course.”
You chuckled, joining him by the door. “Cleaning can wait. I’m too busy reveling in the cuteness overload from this picture.” You held the frame closer to him. “Did you always have that mischievous glint in your eyes?”
Asra grinned, leaning in to get a closer look. “Maybe. Magic and mischief tend to go hand in hand, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely,” you agreed, a teasing tone in your voice. “Though I have to say, present-day Asra might have a bit more charm, if that’s possible.”
A playful gasp escaped Asra’s lips. “I hopre you’re not implying I wasn’t the epitome of charm back then? I’ll have you know I was quite the charismatic little magician.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure you were. But now, you’re a charismatic, charming magician who also happens to share a room with me.”
Asra’s bright eyes sparkled with affection. “And how fortunate I am,” he replied, his voice dripping with playful sincerity. “Now, shall we continue this trip down memory lane or get back to the 'cleaning' business?”
You grin, holding the picture close to your heart. “Cleaning can wait. I’m too busy falling in love with the tiny, precious child in this photo... and the not-so-tiny, still-precious adult standing in front of me.”
His soft smirk deepened, his mischievous gaze locked onto yours. “Falling in love, you say? My, my, someone's being rather bold today.”
You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes matching his. “Can you blame me? I mean, just look at this adorable face.” You pointed at the picture, then at Asra, emphasizing your point.
He feigned modesty, placing a hand over his heart. “Oh, you flatter me. But you know, present-day me comes with a lot more... intriguing qualities.”
You raised an eyebrow, a sly smile forming. “Intriguing, huh? Do tell, I’m all ears.”
Asra stepped closer, a layer of thick white hair falling down his forehead, eyes never leaving yours. “Well, for starters, this Asra,” he starts, pointing to himself with his index finger, “knows a thing or two about casting spells of the heart. And perhaps, just perhaps, he’s been under the influence of a certain enchantment.”
You chuckled, playing along. “Is it reversible, or am I stuck with the consequences?”
Asra placed a finger to his lips, feigning deep contemplation. “I guess that depends. Are you prepared for a lifetime of charm, wit, and an abundance of wonderful moments?”
You pretended to ponder, tapping your chin. “Tough choice. But if it means being swept off my feet by a charming someone every day, I think I can handle it.”
A genuine laugh escaped Asra, the sound like music in the room. “Very well. Brace yourself for a lifetime of love, with a touch of mischief, of course.”
You held the framed picture between you two, as if sealing the deal. “Deal. Now, about this cleaning business... any chance we can clean the mess with our minds?” You half-way joke, but apart of you seriously didn’t feel like doing the physical work.
The magician’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “I suppose a little magic wouldn't hurt. But only if you keep falling in love with the tiny, precious child and the not-so-tiny, still-precious me every day.”
You grinned, leaning in for a playful peck on Asra's cheek. “Deal.” And with that, you both set out to sprinkle a bit of magic on the chaos, leaving a trail of laughter and love in your wake.
need you guys to tell me if people still are interested in the arcana because im back in that era and i need to write cute things for the m6 ASAP !!!! PLEASE.
He was surprised to wake up and smell the aroma of freshly baked sweets filling his nostrils. His auburn hair reached in every direction on his head, a mess of wavy curls. His long limbs streched across the bed as he sat up. “What’s all this, dear?” The confusion in his voice is evident. His eyes avert to the still warm, iced cake sitting in your lap.
A gentle smile touches your lips, matching the one quickly appearing on his face. “Oh, this is.. I didn’t expect this.” His gaze is warm and full of love.
It wasn’t the cake itself that made his morning, but knowing you were one of the few people who would actually remember his birthday was a feeling that made him warm all over.
“Happy Birthday, Julian!” You softly say. There’s no warning except for his cold hands on your face before you feel his lips pressing into yours. It a innocent kiss— one that conveys his appreciation for you. “Thank you, love.”
summary : asra recieves gifts from his partner, you, for the heartsong festival. you recieve something just as thoughtful.
“Perfect.” You stand back to admire your surprise. Asra was still sleeping which gave you the opportunity to put small decorations around your shared room. It was a difficult task moving around while he was in the same room as you, but you ultimately managed to. You were proud of what you were able to accomplish.
Peeking through the sheer curtain was a stream of sunlight shining on Asra’s golden skin, making his features all the more beautiful. A smile gradually stretched across your face, and you initiated the final part of your plan: waking him up. Your eyes slid closed as you focused on creating corporeal phantasms of butterflies and bright flower petals that soon fluttered over his body.
Indiscernibly, Asra groggily twitches awake. His tired face shifts from weariness to confusion, then his sight lands on you. “What’s this?” He opens his hand allowing the petals to fall into his palm. They brighten, then burst with a cloud of purple smoke upon contact. “Are you doing this?” He avidly inquires.
The urge to grin is suppressed as you proudly nod. Asra is unable to keep from showing his admiration. He smiles softly, his tender gaze staring intently into your eyes. “Of course, you did. You never fail to amaze me.”
You reach beside the bed, retrieving a woven basket decorated in carnations, marigolds, and columbine. Inside are neatly folded pieces of paper, and tucked to the side is a loaf of pumpkin bread wrapped in a linen cloth from your favorite baker in town. Alongside it was a small box concealing another gift inside.
“What are these?” He asks, rummaging through the tons of paper. He then picks up one, eyeing it with curiosity.
You shrug, feigning ignorance. “Open it and find out.”
He does just that. “Free hugs on demand?” He reads in confusion.
As he goes through the rest, unfolding them, reading them, and then setting them aside, you use the time to explain what they are. “Think of them like tickets you get to cash in whenever. You can use any one at any point in time and by my given word I must see it through.”
“Don’t I get these anyway?” He playfully teases, a roguish glint in his eyes. He leans in dangerously close, so close you feel the warmth of his breath against your mouth.
You decide to play into his game. “Hmm, I don’t think so.” You dare to inch closer, feeling the featherlight touch of his lips on yours.
“These,” he starts, exaggeratedly waving the paper back and forth. “Say otherwise, my love.” Though he tries to maintain a straight face, a smile of mischief peeks through, letting you know he’s already having fun with the gift that left him in a favorable position. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take full advantage of this?”
“I’m hoping you do.”
“Then I choose to use this one now.” He doesn’t bother showing the “ticket” to you. Instead, his lips are on yours in a split second. It’s a chaste kiss that warms you from head to toe. Just as the previous phantasms did, the rest glow, then dispel into varicolored clouds of smoke. When he pulls away, you feel compelled to follow.
“One free kiss isn’t enough. Surely you wouldn’t mind another.” Asra goes in for another one, but you press a finger to his soft lips and shake your head.
“There’s something else in there for you.” You say, pushing the basket closer to him. Asra digs around until he pulls out a small, black box. A smile grows on his face when he opens it. Inside sits a necklace and a pendant filled with white fog. “It’s an alistiope, almost like a frame of mind sensor. Each color reflects how I’m feeling at the moment. If I’m ever in trouble, you’ll know.”
He removes it and holds it at eye level, regarding the object with newfound wonder. The fog immediately changes from white to cardinal pink. His fingers trace the intricate carvings on the pendant’s cage in awe. “It’s beautiful. What does this color mean now?”
You lift the cushion from the bottom of the box and recover a card. There’s a list of colors with denotations beside them. It elaborates on colors mixing and their meanings, along with solid ones. “Intimacy, passion, and security.” He speaks those three words, then silence follows. His gaze speaks emotions even words cannot.
Your fingers run through his loose curls, then you hook the necklace around his neck. When you’re finished, Asra presses an affectionate kiss on the tip of your nose. “Thank you. I’ll wear it every second of every day.”
Last but not least, he takes interest in the pumpkin bread. He pushes his nose into the cloth, inhaling the spices. “I can’t wait to taste this, but it’ll have to wait. I have something for you, too. Come with me.” He seizes your hand and both of you make your way down the stairs to the main area of the shop. He leads you to the counter where a potted bonsai tree sits. “I know it’s kind of big, but we can find somewhere for it.” He states, unknowingly to you, he purposely belittles the importance of the tree. He stands behind you, one hand resting on your waist as the other rotates the pot.
Taped to the thick trunk is an envelope. You raise your eyebrow and cock your head to the side. “A note? I can only imagine what it says.” When you reach for it, you come to learn of the hole the paper once hid. Asra is quiet while he patiently watches you tear the envelope open. You can hardly contain your excitement as you unfold the paper.
INSTRUCTIONS OF CARE
DOB. 11.26 Sex. M
Feed twice a day.
Requires a lot of attention (but leave enough for asra!).
Through habitat cleaning twice a month.
Eats fruit, sap, insects...
The more you read, the more you realize these aren’t exactly the typical instructions for caring for a tree. When you reach the last line, you read: Look inside the tree. You waste no time setting the paper on the counter and bend down to peek inside. You’re met with a pair of eyes surrounded by fur peering back at you. “Oh, my Gods, Asra what is it?” You curiously ask, angling your head every which way to get a better glimpse of the creature.
“It’s a pygmy marmoset. Your familiar.” His statement take you by surprise. You stare at him, still processing the words that sound foreign to your ears. Your familiar.
You’re muddled with the information dropped on you. “But I thought my familiar had to choose me?” Sure, you would have loved nothing more than to have your own magical companion, but was it right for you.
Asra was quick to reassure you. “He did. I found him weeks ago. Despite all the things I was wearing that day, he was only interested in this.” He steps away to retrieve his satchel from the hook by the door. He fishes inside, pulling out your green emerald necklace infused with his magic and yours. “It was the one thing that didn’t belong to me. It was your magic he answered to.”
You take a second to mull over his revelation. Hearing it only makes the reality of it more real for you. You can’t explain the feeling, but at your core, you know it’s true. Your attention flickers between him and the animal, then you slowly break into a huge smile. “This is the best thing ever, thank you!” You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a bone–crushing hug.
“I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this hug alive. Then again, I can’t think of a better way to go.” He teases, but returns your embrace with equal vigor, nonetheless.
When you part, he reaches behind the counter to retrieve a clear canister filled with a light, amber colored substance, too thick to be the honey it resembled. “Here. It’s sap from a maple tree I collected a while ago. It should lure him out.”
All too eager, you screw the lid off and set the sap beneath the hole, and gently coax the marmoset out of hiding. He happily obliges, leaping from and to empty spaces on the counter. When his body is revealed, you find yourself cooing at it. “I’ve never seen anything cuter. Asra look! I didn’t know they made diapers this size.” You enthusiastically express, but his eyes are glued to you the whole time.
His elbows sit on the flat counter surface as he rests his head in his hands. “Neither have I.”
Pride shines in his violet eyes, watching you interact with the small animal. A doting expression plays over his face, and his fondness and affection for you is blatantly clear. “I’m glad I was able to do this for you. Seeing you like this, happy, makes me happy.” He adoringly affirms, filling your heart with an overwhelming warmth.
There’s no denying how loved Asra manages to make you feel even after all this time. “Being with you is enough to make me happy. This is just a bonus.” You motion to where your marmoset is head deep in the jar of sap and smile to yourself. “Does he have a name?”
He shakes his head, white strands of hair brush against his forehead. “I thought you could name him. Over a cup of tea, perhaps?” A low growl comes from his stomach and his cheeks flush red. “And maybe pumpkin bread.” He bashfully adds.
You both stare at each other incrediously before simultaneously succumbing to a fit of laughter. “Of couse, love.”
You were amazed to learn how much of a mess a small, but very energetic animal could make. When night came, Asra insisted on creating a ward around its temporary habitat until you formed a bond strong enough for establishing rules with it.
The two of you lie in bed, his arms hold you against his heated skin as you listen to the soothing cadences of his heartbeat. There’s a comforting silence in the night lulling you to sleep. Neither of you require words to know his heart beats for you as does yours for him. It’s a delightful feeling that only strengthens your unbounded affection for him. “I love you.” It’s a phrase that has become second nature for you.
You feel his lips caress the crown of your head. “I know.” He amorously utters softly. “And I love you, too.”
summary julian breaks your heart, then disappears without any communication. during nadia’s ball, you come face to face with the man you’ve grown to hate for the first time in months. he’s eager to talk to you, but the feeling is far from mutual.
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When he took you to the docks, you never expected the events unfolding before you. Just hours ago things were fine between the two of you, but now it was all falling apart and you had Julian to blame.
You knew he was breaking up with you— at least it was considered one seeing as nothing was made official. But you didn’t need any labels on your relationship with him to know you were head over heels for a man you’d only just met.
“We never- we never had anything to start with. Just… a night or two stolen from time.” Julian hesitates, then his uncovered eye finds yours, lit with a gaze intense enough to burn right through you. The chance to ask the meaning of his claim never arrives. “I never loved you.” He blatantly confesses, leaving you in a state of shock.
You’re too stunned to speak. The words you once wished to share with him have disappeared. Your brows creased when you finally managed to speak. “What?” You timidly ask, hoping to have heard him wrong.
He’s quick to add, “I said I never loved you.” He repeats, his voice gradually coming to a whisper almost as if ashamed to say. Though he stands firm in his statement, it’s easy to see his facade struggling to hold up. Or perhaps it was the figment of your imagination that desperately hoped he didn’t mean it.
The gaze that once bore through you now struggles to stay on you. “That’s not true.” You sternly declare, your mask of confidence throwing him off guard.
“I– ah…hmm.” A pregnant silence stumbles over you as he thinks carefully about choosing his next words. “I suppose it’s foolish of you to think so, no?” His rhetorical question rings through the air. “I’m sorry. For everything. Truly.”
You reach out to touch him, but he takes a step back out of your reach. It only makes your heart hurt more. The stinging sensation in your eyes warns you of the oncoming tears threatening to spill over. “Julian..?”
A solemn smile played on his face. “Goodbye, dear.” It was the last you saw of him.
———-
The memory of that night rages through your mind like a fierce storm. It’s all you can think about as you watch the tall man stride proudly through the ballroom. From the small crowd around him and the exaggerated waving of his hands, you can tell he’s captured an audience with a story.
He’s too busy to even notice you.
You’re unable to stop yourself from glaring at him. The feelings that you thought had vanished with the months that had passed were beginning to resurface. Did you hate him, or was the thought of being in the same room with him that sickening?
While re-enacting a part of his story, he does a flamboyant spin while swinging an imaginary weapon, one you assume to be a sword, his gaze landing on you in the midst of it all. It takes only a second for him to fumble in place, his attention now fully on you. Even from across the room, you see the color drain from his already pale face.
You don’t stay long enough to see what he does next. Turning on your heels, you let your feet guide you away until you find yourself at the garden’s fountain. The still water vividly reflected the bright moon shining above. Twinkling in the night sky were the stars. You could easily clear your mind here.
Seeing Julian was certainly not a part of your plans, but you refused to let him ruin this for you. Because of how diligently Nadia worked to make the ball an enjoyable event for everyone, you couldn’t let her invitation go to waste. All you needed was a few minutes to collect yourself and you’d be fine.
A puff of air blows past your lips once you sit at the fountain’s edge. Your eyes slip close as you focus on your breathing, but the more you try to direct your mind elsewhere, the more you find yourself thinking of him.
The soft sound of footsteps approaching coaxes your eyes open. You’re not pleased to see a jittery Julian closing in on you.
Your name falls carefully from his mouth. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” He anxiously informed you. Like before, his right eye remained covered by a black eye patch, but the dark circles around his eye was more prominent than you remembered.
“You would’ve never shown your face if you did.” You snarkily retort.
“... I deserve that.” His demeanor was unsure and tense as he racked his brain for something— anything to say.
The laugh you let out was not amusing in any way. You scoff in disbelief. “Oh, you deserve a lot more than that. Months Julian, it’s been months since I’ve heard from you!” You’re practically shouting at him, disregarding the quizzical looks a few onlookers shoot you.
In another situation, Julian would summon the perfect response he thought would calm you down or at least one he thought would. Now his mind was blanking. “I know– and .. and I’m sorry. I feared what you might say. What you might think of me...” He trails off, a pensive look crossing his apprehensive features.
“I think you’re a coward.” You begrudgingly express.
You hear him swallow the lump forming in his throat. His gaze shies away from you and his face flushes a deep shade of red. “I know.” His mouth quirks, his lips falling apart to say more, but he decisively remains quiet.
One second passes, two, then three and four. “I didn’t come here for this.” You pointedly murmur through gritted teeth. He was wasting your time. He followed you out here for what? You brush past him, your shoulder roughly bumping his arm.
Julian reaches out to grab your wrist only for you to jerk away from him. “Do not touch me.” You snap.
Instantly, he lets his hand drop back to his side, regret flickering across his face. “I couldn’t drag you down that road of destruction with me. I wanted what was best for you. If something happened to you because of me there’s no telling what I’d do.”
You eyes subconsciously roll. “That’s selfish! You’re selfish! What about what I wanted? Did you ever ask what I wanted?” Your question rings through the air between you. His head falls and you hear him sigh. His low voice is thick with guilt when he speaks. “...No.”
“Yeah, I thought so.” You turn to walk away, this time gaining a short distance from Julian.
“Wait!” He pauses briefly. Despite your mind yelling at you to continue, your legs carry you nowhere. Though you don’t turn to see him, you know he’s struggling to annunciate his thoughts. Behind you, Julian’s brows furrow. He doesn’t think at all; soon words are flowing past his lips before he can stop them.
“I uh.. I regret that night more than you know. Every day I thought of you, and quite frankly— I need you. I er .. messed up, I know. I mess everything up. I’m not worthy of your forgiveness, nor your time, but… I do love you.”
Your shoulders slump. Your eyes screw shut as you slowly shake your head. You fight against the prickling burn in your eyes. “Newsflash, no one leaves someone they love.” With that, you return to the ball determined not to let your encounter with Julian deter your night. You run into Asra on your way in.
You’re not sure if it’s the tears that gave it away or whether he just knows you that well, his face immediately softens upon seeing you.
Worry is written on his face. “What’s the matter?”
One question manages to break the dam. You find it nearly impossible to stop the overflowing tears. When you fail to respond, Asra wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder and leads you somewhere secluded. There you begin to sob. “I thought I was over him.” You shakily cry.
For a second his eyebrows knit together in confusion, then relaxes when he realizes. “Oh.” he softly whispers, “I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” His gaze is earnest. At this moment you know he will do anything to console you.
After Julian ghosted you, it was easy to lean on Asra. You insisted on going through the “breakup” alone, but he was adamant on getting you to open up. Never pressuring you, but always telling you it would certainly make it easier.
You tell him about your evening. His expression changes several times. By the time you’re finished venting, you notice Asra in deep thought. “What do you want?”
“A part of me never wants to see him again, but I can’t ignore these feelings I still have for him. I don’t know what to do.”
Asra sighs as if he can’t believe what he’s about to say. He hardly called himself a fan of your fondness for the doctor, but Julian made you happy. That was all he wanted for you.
“Talk to him.” He suggests, and before you can protest against it, he speaks again. “You don’t have to forgive him, but at least hear him out. I know Ilya. He’s rash and reckless in his decisions. If tonight is any indication, I know he cares for you.”
His statement lingers in your thoughts. In the wake of your silence, Asra offers you a small smile and leaves you to your thoughts. “Think about it.”
The second he’s gone, tears involuntarily run down your face. You wonder if he really does care for you. While you’re alone, you blearily observe the room you’re in. You assume it’s one of the storage rooms due to all the cleaning supplies stocked on the shelves. Unfortunately for you, there’s nowhere to sit.
Wiping your eyes, you inhale deeply. When you open the door to leave, you’re met with Julian once again. This time you don’t even react.
You trust Asra would have never told him your whereabouts, but it did leave you questioning how he was able to find you so fast.
“What do y—”
“Wait. I just … I owe you an explanation. After everything, that is.”
Standing there, you contemplate what he said. With nothing to say, you open the door further and allow him to come inside with you.
Inside, Julian self-consciously clears his throat. “You were bound to get hurt being with me. I figured leaving you was the only way to protect you from going down with me. Now, I know how wrong it was. I thought I was helping you... in the end, I ended up hurting you. It doesn’t justify what I did to you, but you deserve the truth. I’ve always cared for you ... more than you uh, you might know.”
Asra’s words replay in your head. He was right. Julian was reckless, and the cloud looming over your judgment was beginning to clear. Would you have done the same if you were in his position?
“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” you think your words over— making sure the next ones to come are ones you won’t later regret.
You see him deflate, then he musters up the courage to utter a response before you’re able to finish your sentence. “I suppose I’m not right to blame you for your choice. I brought this upon myself and—”
“But I want to try.” Julian is too busy rambling to process what you said. When he does, he stops abruptly, a glimmer of hope flashing in his widened eye. “Could you er.. what did you say?” His voice falters.
“Nothing is easy and this won’t be either,” You move your finger back and forth between you and him. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
Julian’s gaze softens and a gentle smile touches his lips. “That..” he trails off, then tentatively holds out his hand for you to take.
You decide to do him one better. You can’t deny how much you missed him, and it shows when your hands are suddenly cupping his cheeks and your lips tenderly touch his.
His shock is evident. Too stunned to move, Julian’s body tense, wide eyed and flustered. You feel his face on fire beneath under your palms. He’s lost fpr words when you part. “I er.. You didn’t mean to do... that.. right?”
A hardly visible smile paints your face and you nod. “I did.” Unlike before, the silence that comes is serene and welcoming. Neither of you knows what awaits you in the future, but you’re willing to see it through with him by your side.
i miss the old arcana, straight from the ‘go arcana. chop up the soul arcana, set on its goals arcana. i hate the new arcana, the bad mood arcana. the always rude arcana, spaz in the news arcana.
i miss the sweet arcana, chop up the beats arcana. i gotta to say at that time i’d like to meet arcana. nixhydra invented arcana, it wasn’t any arcana
and now i look and look around and there’s so many arcanas. i used to love arcana, i used to love arcana.
i even had the pink polo, i thought i was arcana. what if arcana made a song about arcana called “i miss the old arcana” man that would be so arcana. that’s all it was arcana, we still love arcana. and i love you like arcana loves arcana
asra is planning to propose ; second part [ last part ]
word count : 1.8k
part one can be found here!
Your perturbation was compounded by the fact that you discovered the space next to you empty when you awoke in the morning. Rather than feeling the warmth of the body of your lover, the bed was abundantly strewn with quilts and soft throws. In contrast to the careless jumble of blankets that you were used to from tossing and turning in your sleep, a bright colored quilt was considerately laid over your body. You figured Asra had taken the time to cover you while you slept, making you smile at the thought that he had done so.
As you were preparing to leave your bed, you heard a soft rustling sound of a piece of paper scrunching. You found a note beside you, one which reads the following:
In spite of the fact that you weren’t sure how he intended to keep you busy while he was away, you were fascinated by the idea nonetheless. Your morning whizzed by fast. You were happy to learn that Asra left a cup of tea on top of a small metal rack above a tea light candle. Next to it was another note, this one much smaller in comparison.
Throughout the day, Faust slithered her way into the shop. You assumed Asra was sending the serpent back and forth to check in on you. She never stayed for more than a minute or two. Each time she returned, another note was attached to her body along with ribbon to hold it in place.
‘Meet me in the garden behind the palace. And bring Faust’s bow please. I forgot to grab it before leaving. XO Asra’
Before leaving, you closed down the shop. When sure you secured the bow in your satchel, you set out to the palace.
If you didn’t know any better, you would have assumed the guards protecting the palace were waiting for you. Your face was easy to recognize among the guards, you guessed that was the reason why getting inside was no issue. You effortlessly slipped around to the back where you meeting Asra.
A gentle smile spread across his face when he saw you. “How do you do that?” He inquired warmly, standing in front of the fountain with his hands clasped behind his back.
Thrown off by his question, “Do what?” You curiously asked.
“Always look more beautiful than before. Each time I think it can’t possibly get any better than this, you show me just how wrong I am.” His genuine words suddenly left you feeling self-conscious.
Flustered, you felt a rush of warmth spread across your face. “Flattery gets you everywhere?” Your indistinct ruse was only a sly attempt to divert his compliments away from you.
"What are we doing here?"
A mischievous glint sparkled in his wide amethyst eyes when he offers you his hand. It’s a gracious gesture on your part to accept it. “I was hoping you’d ask.” You watch Asra step into the water. With your hand in his, he guides you to the edge where he carefully pulls you in with him.
You instantly feel the cool water lapping at your calves. You barely have a second to protest before he’s speaking again. “There’s something I want to show you, but you have to close your eyes first.”
After shooting him a quizzical look, you eventually succumb to his request. Your world darkens, but you’re fully aware of his presence in front of you. His hands caress your cheek as he gives you a fiery gaze, burning you to the core with its depths and passion.
His forehead came to rest on yours seconds later. Your senses aid you in the realization that you’re no longer in the same place. The air is quiet around you, safe for luminescent insects carelessly flying past your ears. The water you once felt on your legs was replaced by an almost humid warmth. Bright colors that resemble Asra’s energy paint the atmosphere
Indigo, orange, and violet paint a beautiful backdrop for the abundance of green trachycarpus sprouting from the ground. The pond before you reflects the glow of the sky, and colorful butterfly koi swim and jump eagerly through the water.
The world you find yourself in is Asra’s gateway, a place you never tire of. But even still, you’re a little confused as to why Asra has brought you here. “What is it you could possibly show me in here that I haven’t yet seen?” You ask the question with a sense of curiosity in your heart as you think about the possibility.
Asra wasted no time responding, his soft gaze searching the endless paths of mystery around you. “So much.” He confidently stated. “Though, we’ll have to explore another day. I’m not sure whether or not there will be enough time for it.”
“We’re not staying long?”
“I can’t say. That all depends on you.”
Your head falls to the side as you stare at him. “So if I choose to stay and explore, we’ll stay?”
“No, not exactly. Unless you’re prepared to sleep here.”
“If you’re my pillow throughout the night, I’ll stay here forever.”
Clearly amused, a faint laugh falls from his lips and he shakes his head. “Maybe not forever, but I think that can be arranged. Come on, we should get moving.”
With your hand in his, he leads you through the thick trees. “Can you at least tell me what it is you’re showing me?” You imploringly inquired, when silence began to settle between you.
“I can.” You waited for him to continue, but as one second turned into fifteen, you realized nothing else would come from him.
“Well are you intending to?”
Asra came to a stop, turning to steal a playful glance at you. “No,” he started, as he took a step backwards. “see for yourself.” Thick vines from trees hung low in front of you to create a wall, and for a second you weren’t sure what you were meant to see until he pulled you through to the other side with him.
The scene before you appeared to be an entirely different world. Fluorescent orbs floated languidly through the calm atmosphere. Different from the colors behind you, aqua green and blue painted this sky. Where trees were supposed to be, giant mushrooms like plants glowed magenta and purple, safe for the green stems. Wild flowers decorate the ground entirely.
“This is amazing!” You couldn’t describe the feelings bubbling within you. Every worry in the world you had before vanished. You felt carefree and hopeful, as if all your dreams could become a reality at any second.
You felt his gaze buring through you for a long time, studying you as you studied your enviroment.
“I don’t remember it very well, though I believe my child brain constructed this place. I stumbled across it awhile ago. I’ve been altering it to make it less puerile.. I should say.”
You take in the environment, your eyes never staying on anything particular for too long. “It’s a beautiful sight Asra, but why here?”
He hesitated before responding. “It think it sounded better in my head. Saying it aloud might sound rash.”
“I promise it won’t, and if it does I won’t tell you.” Your joke causes him to crack a small smile. You hold out your pinkie as an oath to your promise, but instead of twining his finger with yours, he encases your hand in both of his.
“I should hope so.” His warm lips meet your fingertips, lingering for many seconds before they’re gone. ”Your childhood– I know you don’t remember anything from it, and this doesn’t make up for what you lost. I thought maybe sharing a part of my childhood would let you rekindle your inner child.”
He was always so thoughtful. The tenderness in his voice matched his level of vulnerability. “I can’t believe you’d want to share this with me.”
“I want to share everything with you.”
Your brain didn’t process the meaning of him getting down on one knee until Faust appeared around his shoulders with another ribbon tied to a small crystal-encased box. It hung loosely around her neck. In front of you, Asra looked more confident now. His gentle eyes complimented the benevolent smile that adorned his lips, his gaze never diverting from yours.
“Not just the past, but the future, too, because quite frankly, there is no future without you.” The words that came out of his mouth were sweeter than honey.
You didn’t know how to feel. Shocked? Maybe even the tiniest bit of terrified. But nothing could conceal the familiarity of the joyous warmth you felt spreading through your body.
“Every smile and kiss and tear— my life— I wish to share it all with you.” Asra carefully freed the box from Faust’s possession, placing it in his right hand and opening it with his left. “No amount of time will be enough for me to tell you how much I love you, but it won’t stop me from trying anyway. I want nothing more than to be with you forever; so will you give me the honor of marrying me?”
He opened the box to reveal a beautifully crafted ring with a striking gemstone in the middle. His expression was careful, as he analyzed your reaction.
Your heart swelled with love for the person on his knee proposing to you. Proposing to you. You were speechless, but you had to give an answer. You already knew what it was.
Your gaze flickered from the piece of jewelry to his face. You always thought he was beautiful, but the dim light from the sky illuminating his features made him almost irresistible. For a second, you easily imagined your future together— filled with bliss.
“Yes.” You whispered, until you found yourself repeating it over and over again, your voice gradually growing louder. “Yes, of course!”
Emotions flashed across his face. His eyebrows shot up as his eyes slightly widened. “Really?”
The enthusiastic nodding of your head couldn’t be stopped. “I’ve never been more sure.” You decide against throwing yourself at him for a bear hug knowing the momentum would bring both of you to the ground.
A compassionate smile reached his lips. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that from you. I’m the luckiest person alive.” You failed to tear your eyes away from the ring Asra slipped on your finger.
But the more you stare at it, the quicker you come to a realization. “Oh my Gods, they knew!”
Completely confused, Asra muttered, “Hm?”
“That old couple from yesterday, Asra— what part did you play in that?!” The pieces were falling into place with ease.
The look on his face says it all. Standing up from his position on the round, a sly grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Me? What could I possibly have done?”
Your mouth drops at him openly denying his role in yesterday’s events. You give him a playful shove, one that causes him to let out a contagious laugh that echoes all around. “I’ll tell you later. Right now I only think of what to do with my soon to be spouse.”
Your mind drifts to the noticeable weight on your finger. You didn’t need anyone to tell you what the future held. With Asra, you knew everything would be a life to live for.
Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.
In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.
The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.
You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.
“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.
“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.
The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.
“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.
He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.
You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.
For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.
His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.
You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.” The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”
“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.
“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”
He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.
Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.
“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”
“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?
With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.
Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.
Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”
this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr
You know it truly is incredible the sort of person Asra is. Like in most stories mages are metaphors for human greed, the corruption that power brings etc. In most other stories if a mage brings back the person they love from the dead, if they use magic to do the impossible, they don't stop there. They never stop there. Their lust for power consumes them from the inside out until they are a shell of who they used to be and they are ever reaching for the next step up, for more power. But Asra didn't go down that path. He broke the laws of nature, got his love back, and then was like cool! Time to go back to being a shopkeep and go on little journeys and eat nice bread. He didn't keep grasping for more. Even though he didn't even get exactly what he'd wanted! He didn't get his love back, not really- not when they didn't know who he was anymore. But he didn't try to break the world further to fix that. Instead he met MC where they were and said this is enough. You are enough, just as you are. Even if you're not how I remember you. And then he proceeded to be undyingly loyal to them while asking nothing in return.
I adore how you write Asra so much 😭 if you feel like a request, 32 or 36 would be 😩👌 either way, your stuff is awesome! So glad I found your page!
oh my god, thank you so much ❤️🔥 i seriously had too much fun writing this. hopefully it lives up to your expectations <33 i ended up doing both
parings: asra alnazar x reader
content warning: death , blood .. the sweet taste of angst fr
(32) is red in bold italics (36) is purple in bold italics
The sky flashed white with lightning, occasionally replaced with an eerie blood red backdrop that cast over the destruction of Vesuvia. Buildings crumbled to the ground before you. Stalls set up by merchants were split into pieces and scattered everywhere. The large cracks in the ground allowed you to see a red glow emitting from underground.
The world around you was proof that you had failed. Even with the help of your friends, you weren’t strong enough to stop the devil, and ultimately the town paid the price for it.
Nadia and Portia fought in the palace, but ever since the beginning there had been no sign of them. In the forest, Muriel was supposed to take care of the devil’s minions, and Julian insisted on going with him. But everything was quiet, and they still hadn’t returned. They were all meant to keep each other safe and you believed that they would. You had to trust that they were okay.
Asra disappeared from your side in the middle of the fight, now finding him was your first priority. “Asra!” You shouted. No response. You tried again and again, but a voice never replied. You felt fear begin to surge through your body.
You were more than exhausted from the amount of magic you used, but it didn’t stop you from trying to reach out to him. When you did, you felt it. Faint as it constantly flickered in and out, struggling to stay connected with yours, but you knew he was trying.
‘Asra hurt!’ You heard faust in your head. The panic in her voice was evident. You ran, your feet carrying you towards the pull of his magic.
You find him lying on the broken concrete. His white hair caked with dust and blood. “Oh my— Asra!” You rush to him, dropping on the ground when you’re at his side.
Faust is curled up next to his head, viciously swaying back and forth over him. ‘Help!’ she pleads.
Blood soaked through the front of his white shirt. His face his is drained of it’s natural vibrant color and his lips are void of any moisture.
Asra can hardly bring his voice louder than a whisper. “There you are.” he shakily breathes. His face contorts in a mixture of pain, and you worry it hurts when he speaks.
“Shh, I’m here, you’re okay. We’re gonna get you out of here.” You supress the urge to throw his arm around you and carry him somewhere he can be treated, but you know moving him would only bring him more pain.
“I’m so tired.” He managed to choke out. Tears ran freely from the corners of his eyes with each weary blink, leaving clear paths on his dirt stained face.
Though your eyes sting and tears of your own threaten to spill over, you keep them at bay for the both of you. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Desperate to save the one you love, you attempt a healing spell. “I-I can fix this. Just keep your eyes open please.” Your voice trembles as you carefully place your hands over his wound.
When you try to call upon your magic, nothing happens. “No,” you quietly mutter, “no no no. Why isn’t it working?!” Frustrated, your tears can no longer be contained. They fall from your face and onto his shirt.
His hand weakly falls on top of yours as he gives it the smallest squeeze. “It’s okay..” His breathing is shallow and slow. A pained smile forces its way onto his lips. “I had to see your face.. one last time... I held on..”
A sob falls past your lips as you tightly shut your eyes. Your head shakes with vigor, “No. This is-isn’t the last time.” You cry. But the silence that follows proves you wrong. It indeed was the last time, and the shattering scream that leaves your throat is inevitable.
A booming voice echoed throughout the town. “You couldn’t save him. You couldn’t save any of them.”
The world around you is suddenly dark. When your eyes fly open, you’re confused to be in the confines of your bed— in the arms of your partner.
Gentle, violet eyes are already staring at you. The warmth radiating from him easily gives you a sense of comfort and security. “Asra..?” you softly murmured. You’re quick to bury yourself closer into his embrace. He wastes no time in tightening his hold around you.
While you were sleeping, he tapped into your subconscious instead of shaking you awake. He didn’t want to take a chance in startling you more.
You feel that your eyes were wet, the tears from your dream bleeding into reality. “I know, love. It’s okay, it was just a nightmare. I’m right here.” And like many times before, he doesn’t have to say it for you to know he’s the reason your nightmare came to end.
He whispered loving affirmations in your ear, lulling you back to sleep. “I won’t let any harm come to you.” He watched you sleep, confident in knowing your dreams would only be the sweetest for the rest of the night. “I promise.”
