This is it. The long awaited Murine/Muirinnes chapter.
Fun fact: This is my first ever romance piece I've done for any fan-fiction. So, I have no idea if this is good or not.
Another fact: I had already completed this chapter before chapters 7 and 8. This was going to be chapter 7, but I had to map out a timeline when I decided this was going to be a mini-arc, and not a time-jump to post-rescue. Plus, during that time, I decided not to have military involvement. What I have instead you'll soon see.
Tw: Parental abuse and gambling.
Part 10:
Innes couldn't sleep. He found himself staring at the container ceiling. Drool ran down the chin, which only momentarily snapped him out of his daydream. Then right back to it. He tried, but no amount of tossing or turning was helping. Even when he was leaned against Muir, he found no comfort. A quick check from his watch showed it was 2:15am.
'Maybe some fresh air will help?' He asked himself.
With a quick glance at Muir, seeing him sleeping peacefully, Innes carefully moved from his side and made it for the door. He'll go outside, sit at the railing, and have a smoke to himself. Or he would do that if a tendril didn't wrap around his waist. Of course, Muir was secretly awake the entire time. Sneaky little shit. Innes accepted defeat with a deflated sigh and turned to see Muir lift him up and place him in front of his face.
'I thought you were asleep.'
Muir ignored the empty statement.
'Innes, what's wrong?' Because he could sense something. His heartbeat wasn't normal, and he felt it sink at the question. Then there were his eyes. For hours, Innes has had a hurt look in them. Even when he cheered for Brodie and Finlay, and when gorged on the leftovers, the look was still there. Plus, even if they've been practically inseparable, Innes couldn't bring himself to look Muir in his. Even now, Innes was clearly looking through him. 'It's okay. You know it'll be okay.'
Words filled and drowned Innes' mind.
'Stupid boy. You deserve this. How can you look at yourself? Stop being a fucking idiot!'
The words Innes would hear from his father and he'd repeat them as self-punishment.
'Don't cry. You're not a man if you cry!'
He wanted to, but a part of him was always afraid to. He feared his father would find out, even over a hundred miles away and being 6 feet under. That man left a mark that was hard to scrub off. No luck. Even Innes had a breaking point. Tears began to fall, and Muir began to wipe them away.
'Why aren't you mad at me?' A lump formed in his throat, and his heart began to race. 'I left you alone. I just ran whilst you turned into,' he gestured to Muir's exposed ribs. 'This. I'm your supervisor. I'm supposed to look out for you. You said that yourself!' He paused to catch his breath, but to no avail. 'I'm so sorry, Muir.'
The guilt had been eating away at him. Since he heard Muir calling out for him in distress. Even if no one could blame him, Innes' heart felt heavy, and he wanted to be sick. In his mind, because of him, Muir will never be human again. His body blew open and turned inside out with ribs exposed and flesh crawling along the hard-hat, which was possibly the reason it didn't spread further. He lost his hair, his mouth was stretched on one side, and most of his lips had melted away, half-blind despite having multiple eyes, and his innards hung inches from the floor. It was all his fault. Muir's cry for help will be something he can never forgive or forget.
'Innes, where ya going?!'
'INNNNNEEEEEEEES!'
'Innes? Help me, Innes!'
'Innes? Where's Innes? I just need help, eh?'
How was Muir able to break down the walls he tried so hard to build? What was this man to him? Innes never cried, and yet in one day, he cried over him twice. Not even his ex-wife got him to cry when she left him for someone else. He didn't cry when his house got repossessed through his gambling. And he certainly didn't cry when he heard his dad had passed. A tendril kept wiping his tears away. Muir pulled him closer, and Innes hugged what he could of his face. He didn't want to let go.
The last 3 years raced through his mind. Innes remembered the day he was called up to Rennick's office. At first, he thought it was because he had rolled up his sleeves and pants because of the unbearable summer heat. He wasn't too happy to hear he'd be looking after a newcomer with no prior training, but he did get a bollocking for the uniform.
Muir stepped off the chopper without a single hair out of place or crease in his uniform. Like all new hires, he had brought too much baggage. A backpack and small suitcase. Innes knew more than half of that wasn't going to see the light of day for months. Always amusing to see. He lingered at the steps with crossed arms and a smirk. Rennick introduced himself with that fake yet convincing smile to the untrained eye. In all honesty, Innes thought Muir had brided his way to become a deckhand. How can someone just leave their family farm and instantly work on an oil rig? Still, he grinned and taught Muir everything he could, even if he kept his walls up.
He couldn't tell when they began to crumble, but whenever there was a crack, he would try to mend it. It was exhausting. A fight he had to surrender because as much as he denied it, feelings started to bloom. He hoped they would go overtime, but the opposite happened. Muir's looks, his smell, his laugh, and even his clumsy nature that has gotten the pair in more than enough trouble, just made Innes -
Oh. That's why. Because for the first time in years, Innes was genuinely happy.
'I love you.' He let out a shakey breath and sniffled as he pulled away. The muscles in his neck twitched as he smiled. The hurt look in his eyes was gone, and he could finally look at Muir. His heart continued to race and skip a beat. 'I wished I told you sooner.' He noticed Muir began to cry, but with a smile on the one side of his face. One of pure joy, as if all the problems in the world had washed away. Now, it was Innes' turn to wipe his tears. He'd noticed his right eye was completely open again, and his nose at some point had been put back into shape.
'I've been waiting three years for you to say that.' He stifled a laugh and lightly squeezed Innes' waist. 'I love you too, my big man.'
'I think that's you now.'
'Don't get smart with me.'
The pair shared a mix of laughter and cries. They pulled each other together for another long hug. Innes kissed Muir above his good eye, then at the bridge of his nose, where they placed their foreheads together. They dried each other's tears. Muir moved his head towards Innes to replicate a nuzzle on a part of his shoulder.
It might be the middle of winter, but they felt warm. It was inviting. It was new. It was something they didn't want to let go of, so they stayed like this. Frozen in time.
Roy opened the door. Neither had come for breakfast, so he thought it was best to check up on them. He found the pair huddled together. Tendrils wrapped around Innes like a blanket, except for his arms hugging them in return. Muir lightly snored, stretched, and gently pulled Innes closer.
He was no expert, but Roy could tell. He slowly closed the door and left the pair. What harm would another hour do?
A squeeze bottle is perfect for those long drives. Just keep one hand on the wheel and the other for the refreshing relief of Murine. Remember, you can’t spell Murine without “urine”.
Kind, sly, a little cranky, but always up for mischief, Norik’s a fearsome but respected spellsword, and the proud mentor of one Rhaya de Silva. He was born a proverbial blacksheep in a family of sorcerers, having no magic of his own naturally, and was something of a delinquent in his younger years. After a life altering event, however, he not only cleaned up his act, but decided that if magic won’t choose him, he’ll make it respect him. He studied magic at the schools of Yallasch, quickly taking to the more martial school of bladesinging. Shortly after, he ended up being partnered with the Trade Alliance of the Border Kingdoms.
Present day, he’s still very much active in both his work life and in Rhaya’s, eager to see how the young Tenebrine come into his own legacy. And though he’d be quick to deny it, almost everyone in Derlusk knows the ratkin sees Rhaya as his own son.
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So this was a fun process drawing the rat rizzard. I HAD to have him stanced up like this. And I’m actually pretty proud of how the face and the hand came out!
Also proud of how many of my moots want to date/fuck him hehe
He’s yet to appear in the And We Went Out Roving campaign, but I had to establish what kind of man raised Rhaya.
His inspirations were Dante from Devil May Cry, Uncle Iroh, a bit of Zorro, a bit of Jubei from Blazblue… and a LOT of the Red Mage class from Final Fantasy 14.
Yoshibel. drawn for the Murinae: After Midnight Kickstarter project.
In the World of Murinae: After Midnight, vampire rats and mice plan to take over humanity. But while killing a few humans here and there isn't much of a problem for a 400+ year old Vampire rodent, ruling all of the human world would take a bit more effort. That's where Yoshibel comes in. Well that where she would have come in, if the experiment to make her a Vampire Thrall had succeeded. For Human vampire servants would come in quite in handy in a Vampire rodents plan to take over the world... And live the high life outside of the sewers for once.
Art from Akasaka Yoshiki with colors from Juan Alvarez.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/vargvast/murinae-after-midnight
