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First Kiss
Quick little Authorās Note!
I havenāt planned this far ahead for their story, so Iām winging it. Idk if this will stick or if Iāll change it, but I enjoyed writing it :>
Summary:
Auric and Muriel had spent months out in the Southern wilds alone together, and attended a masquerade ripped straight out of a fairytale, slept in the same bed together multiple times; yet they have yet to share their first kiss. Sometimes, things are just slow to happenāand thatās not always a bad thing.
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SFW (<18), 1.2k Words, Vesuvia Weekly, First Kiss, Muriel, Auric Alnazar, Apprentice OC, Original Character(s), Romantic Relationships, Muriel/Auric, Muriel/OC, Fluff
By now, Auric and Muriel were used to nights like thisāhuddled together in front of a fire, Inanna dozing at their feet while embers swirled within a smoky haze. He had long since adopted the habit of burrowing himself under his companionās cloak to help conserve heat. It wasnāt necessary anymore now that they were back in a warmer climate. However, Muriel didnāt object to it and it seemed both of them needed that familiarity and comfort right then. The only thing missing was the sound of a whetstone scraping along the edge of a spear.
Their tent was tucked away from the rest of the encampment to give them some semblance of privacy. Being around crowds again was just so exhausting; the noise of other people alone made it hard for Auric to sleep. Muriel wasnāt faring much better, the shadows under his eyes deeper and more pronounced than usual. His gaze fixed upon the fire, the light reflected in amber against a deep, somber forest green. Murielās eyes always seemed to carry a sadness Auric could never hope to extinguish. Even with all the progress theyād made together, Muriel was still haunted by his demons in a way that wasnāt so easily shaken. In a way, Auric was too.
He mustāve been staring because Murielās distant gaze slid quickly away from the flames to focus on him. It was one of those rare times where he made eye contact and held it longer than a few fleeting seconds; and Auric couldnāt look away even if he wanted to. āAre you okay?ā Murielās voice rumbled softly, just barely breaking the silence. His hand twitched towards Auricās, loosely looping their pinkies together in a tentative request for contact. The apprentice was more than happy to oblige and he slid closer, wrapping both of his hands around Murielās outstretched one. They slowly laced their fingers together and Auric rested his head over the otherās shoulder. He then pulled Murielās cloak closer and pressed in against his companionās side with a long-suffering sigh.
āIāmā¦ tired.ā He responded after several seconds of silence. āMostly just tired.ā Words were never rushed between them, something heād grown to appreciate in moments like these. There were plenty of other emotions and troubles, but Auric didnāt care too much to try and sort through them right now. He began to drag his thumb slowly over Murielās knuckles and felt every little raised scar. Little nicks from working with his hands mingled with larger, older splits from various fights. It was only a small part of a larger tapestry that made up Murielās life, one that Auric had woven himself into.
They lapsed into silence again, though it was more comfortable than before. Muriel made a motion to lift his arm and Auric reluctantly let go so that he could wrap it around his shoulders and pull him in just a little closer. Through the bushes, they could see the lights in the camp slowly flicker out one-by-one as fires were extinguished and people began turning in for the night. Auric watched for a little longer before he spoke again. āAre you okay?ā He asked quietly.
āNo.ā Muriel's answer came almost immediately. And why would he be? It was just one thing after another, and they didnāt have any room to breathe. To think. To feel anything other than urgency and stress, and stars above how Auric wanted to feel something else for a change. The hermit shifted his weight slightly to turn towards Auric, looking like he wanted to say something more. His mouth opened slightly, and after a few seconds of struggling the words finally slipped out. āBut Iām glad youāre still here.ā The fire crackled softly, throwing Murielās features into wild shapes and shadows. He was still looking directly at Auric, with the softest expression heād ever seen on that manās face. There was a little flutter in Auricās heart, an emotion that he hadnāt felt before he met Muriel and yet it felt familiar in an aching sort of way. Heād been experiencing it a lot recently, and it was only after talking to Asra that he could put a name to it.
Auric had experienced crushes before, but he had never fallen in love. Not that he remembered, at least.
āIām not planning on leaving any time soon.ā He replied in a murmur.
Murielās hand slowly slid from Auricās shoulders to carefully tuck some loose hair behind his ear. For a moment the manās hand hovered with uncertainty before Auric slowly pressed his face into his palm. Relaxing, Muriel stroked his thumb gently along the scar that was cut into the smaller manās cheek, one that had only recently healed over. āI still donāt really understand why.ā Murielās voice was still just a soft, rumbling whisper. āā¦ but I believe you.ā
The apprenticeās lips curved into a slight smile. āGood.ā He said quietly. Auricās hands lifted, one wrapping over the hand Muriel held to his face, and the other reaching up to cup his in turn. His eyes briefly flickered down to Murielās lips, the rare, faint smile that creased them. Something about their proximity right now was electrifying, and all the worries and fears of the past few days began to melt away.
āCan I kiss you?ā
The question fell from Auricās lips, unbidden, and the effect it had on Muriel was monumental. His eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open, and slowly but surely a soft red began to overtake his features. It started in his cheeks and slowly spread out, to his ears and down his neck; then grew more intense, as the poor man began to stutter and stumble over his words. Eventually Muriel snapped his mouth shut, giving Auric a wide-eyed stare.
He nodded slowly, and Auric leaned in.
It was very hesitant at first, a soft and quick brush of lips against each other. When Muriel didnāt flinch or pull away, Auric braved something a little longer; and in response, his companionāno, his partner pulled him in closer. All the nights theyād shared together, curled up in one anotherās arms for more than just shared warmth. All the times theyād held hands with entwined fingers, the laughter they shared, that loving warmth that had slowly grown in Murielās eyes over the weeks. They werenāt just companions, they were something far more by now. He slowly ran his fingers through Murielās hair, tangling them in the darker strands and being careful to not disturb the braids and ties in place. It wasnāt a desperate, lustful exchange; it was slow and gentle, cautious even. Not too unlike how their relationship had panned out up until this point.
Lifetimes passed in a few fleeting seconds, and they slowly pulled away from one another. He could still taste the mead lingering on Murielās lips from earlier that evening, mingled with citrus and spice. Murielās hand was still gently cradling Auricās face, and his other hand was steady at the apprenticeās waist. āā¦ Iāuhā¦ umā¦ thank you.ā The man mumbled in a slight daze, averting his gaze quickly. His blush seemed to deepen with a hint of embarrassment this time.
Before Auric could say anything back, Muriel leaned down to steal another quick kissāand this time it was Auric who was left in a stunned and flustered stupor.
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Having thoughts about an AU for Auric and Murielās story. Been drawing something for it too, maybe Iāll write a one-shot.
(Putting the ramble below the cut so I donāt clog up the tags with a long-ass post. Also: Spoilers for Murielās route + my fanfic. Not that Iāve published anything yet, itās all sitting in drafts.)
But likeā¦ what if they never made their respective decisions to leave the environment that they were trapped in? For Muriel, that would be being Lucioās gladiator and fighting in the colosseum. For Auric, it would be being in the palace and continuing following in his brother (Valerius)ās footsteps.
In this hypothetical scenario, Muriel wouldāve never had to face Inanna in the colosseum. Which never wouldāve spurred him to leave. And glancing at my timeline, this would roughly mean heās been in the colosseum for about 6-8 years, by the time of the one-shot I would write for this.
Auric would probably become one of the Courtiersāor, rather, Courtier-adjacent. Like a Consul in training or something, filling in for Valerius when needed. He wouldāve never run away and met Asra, and his own journey on figuring out his gender identity wouldāve been almost entirely on his own.
I think the first time they would even see each other would be during a colosseum fight. Auric would be in the grandstand, in the area reserved for the courtiers, not really wanting to be there. I donāt think they would talk, but I do know Lucio would notice right away that Auric seems curious about Muriel and would set up a meeting between them. (Lucio kinda played the role of an annoying older brother/frenemy for Auric during his life in the palace, and thereās no reason as to why that wouldnāt continue in this AU.)
Romance between them would beā¦ slow, given Murielās circumstances and headspace. And when I say slow I mean even slower than the slowburn fic Iām writing. The man isnāt in a good spot for any kind of relationship beyond maybe a tentative friendship. But when it does happen, it gives Muriel that final little push to say āfuck it, Iām running awayā just like he did with Inanna. He just happens to bring Auric with him so they can both escape their respective prisons and be somewhere nobody can find them. (Except Asra.)
Interestingly enough, this is also about the time Auric caught the plague in their canon storyline. Iām sure thereās something angsty I could do with that, Iām just too tired to think about it right now.
#the arcana#the arcana game#auric the apprentice#the arcana muriel#muriel of the kokhuri#muriel the hermit#the arcana apprentice#the arcana mc#the arcana oc#auric x muriel#muriel x auric#muriel x apprentice#muriel x mc#muriel x oc
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MC & M6 Dynamics
Each section contains a mini-playlist with six songs. Itās followed by a general analysis of what I aimed for each playlist to convey when listened to.
A song theyāll sing to/with each other. (In Lucioās case, specifically him to Auric.)
A song that summarizes the start of their relationship, post-death.
The dynamic from Auricās POV.
The dynamic from the characterās POV.
An instrumental song that fits their current dynamic.
Bonus song.
Murielās playlist will have nine songs, in an attempt to encompass both where their dynamic is currently and where I aim to take it. Iāll show the pattern below using the numbers from above to show what each song is meant to represent.
(Present, first four songs)ā2,3,4,5
(Future, last five songs)ā1,3,4,5,6
Brothers.
Itās a term that both use without even needing to think about it. Family, siblings, so incredibly close that sometimes it takes Asra a moment to remember they werenāt always in each otherās lives.
Long before they lost half their heart, it already felt like it was missing. The experience forced a lot of their trauma and unresolved issues back into the forefront. They began retreating frequently once Auric was able to take care of himself, taking lengthy trips to get away from it all before it consumed them entirely.
Even without his memories, Auric still loved him. He looked up to him, depended on him. Frequently, Auric wondered if that was why Asra kept leavingāif Auric loved him too much and scared him away.
He stayed. Even when it was painful, sleeping all alone in the loft they shared. Auric stayed right where Asra left him, waiting for them to come back.
Can one still love when they feel so angry? Auric couldnāt figure it out. As time went on, the resentment would build up and all Auric would feel was guilt for it.
Love and care, soured by resentment and loneliness. Auric is finally pulling away, keeping things from Asra that he never did before. Asra wants to fix it, and theyāre hoping to god it isnāt too late to do something.
Best friends; confidantes, even.
They knew each other before Auric died. They met at the wedding, and quickly figured out they had a bit in common. While they werenāt particularly closeāthey led very different lives and rarely had the chance to interactāthey were still fond of one another.
When they met again, Nadia had been expected someone brighter and happier. That was who she met in her dreams after all. Instead, she was faced with an anxious, slightly irritable apprentice. And it felt horribly, horribly wrong.
She took extreme amounts of care to make sure Auric was comfortable at the palace. One of the smaller guest rooms, (mostly) practical outfits made from comfortable fabrics, she even incorporated foods into the menu that Portia recommended the average citizen of Vesuvia would enjoy.
Nadia found a unique confidante in Auric. It wasn't long before she confessed her memory loss, and now the two know they have something they share.
In many ways, they leaned on one another. For two people that felt lonely throughout the lives they remembered, there was nothing better than to encounter someone who knew how they felt.
Nadia wants to foster more trust between them. If ever Auric should need anything, Nadia will be right there for him to assist in whatever ways she can.
What else can they call themselves but family? Their relationship fluctuates, depending on their situation.
Meeting Julian for the first time was anā¦ experience. But glimpses past Julianās faƧade quickly revealed that he was desperate, not dangerous. Didnāt save him from getting smacked with a broom though.
Honestly the song dedicated to the start of their relationship is more or less just the vibes Julian gave off to Auric at first. Yes, itās a Will Wood song. You canāt make a playlist without one, I donāt make the rules I just follow āem.
It would be a lie to say Julian didnāt have a healthy fear of Auric at first. That wasnāt what Auric intended, but he got a little intense and Julian didnāt know Auric well enough to realize thatās not how he is normally.
Thereās a lot of running into each other because thereās a lot of following each other around. Auric tracked Julian down for the purposes of his investigation; Julian started following Auric around to make sure he didnāt run into trouble.
One thing they both could relate to is a longing for adventure and exploring. On top of that, the feeling that they had to stay behind for one reason or another, and in Julianās case, the guilt that came from finally leaving and pursuing his interests.
These two keep each other in check. Both are impulsive and self-sacrificing; which means theyāre perfect to keep each other from diving headfirst into something without thinking, or otherwise doing things they might regret. (Cough, cough, Julian nearly giving himself up to the guards so Auric could escape despite them both being in a very secure hiding place.)
Auric is yet another person Julian hopes can forgive him, for his past and for what heās planning to do.
Best friends in that do everything together, giggling school girls talking about their crushes, going to the ends of the earth for each other kind of way.
They clicked faster than Auric did with Asra. Like the platonic version of falling in love at first sight. Auric found it incredibly easy to talk to Portia, and vice-versa.
See the thing is, they both love with their entire beings, absorb the stress of everyone and everything around them, and deal with it through borderline overworking themselves. It cancels out with each other. Thereās no feeling like they have to prove themselves, and they can feel relaxed.
Auric hadnāt smiled like that in months. His cheeks hurt, his feet ached, but it was worth it to dance and let go of his stress for a couple hours with Portia.
It really just felt natural to talk to her. She was warm, sweet, and caring. Auric felt the most like himself, the most relaxed he had been in ages. Thatās not to say he isnāt comfortable around the other M6, but they all carry stress or stressful situations with them that make it hard for him to really let go and unwind.
Boundless energy and curiosity. When Portia and Auric had the time, it was pursuing books in the library or exploring the secret passages. If their schedules didnāt line up, sometimes theyād use their time off to help each other out with whatever they were working on.
There is trust, but also secrets. And that is perfectly fine; theyāll tell each other in good time.
Once upon a time you could describe their relationship as friendly rivals. As a child, Auric often engaged in prank wars with the new Count.
Now theyāve become mortal enemies, their laughter and antics lost in the past. A small part of Lucio missed it, which spurred his actions a little; but whatever kindness and affection he mightāve had was swallowed up in anger and resentment during those three years.
Death was not kind. Or in Lucioās case, the lack thereof. Three years allowed his anger and desperation to fester and rot, lashing out at anything that wandered into his abandoned wing.
Originally there was a sort of cat and mouse dynamic. It started when Auric first stepped foot into Lucioās wing; taunting, chasing, even outright hurting Auric in his limited capacity. Auric didnāt remember him, which made it all the more frustrating for Lucio. Although slowly it became a point of interest.
Once he had his own body, his attention shifted away from Auric for a while. It returned swiftly once he completed his deals and he began to realize the little apprentice actually posed a threat. Itās at this point as well that Auricās fear of Lucio transformed to full-fledged hatred. (Morgaās death was the catalyst.)
It didnāt help that The Devil and The Fool had their own issues going on, and that was beginning to influence things.
Blood will be shed because of their mutual hatred. But while Auric tries to keep it contained between them, Lucio frankly doesnāt give a fuck who gets caught in the crossfire.
They may have begun as strangers but they end up as partners.
Of course, the road to that point is long and slow when one canāt remember the other, and the other doesnāt like the first one.
Muriel barely knew Auric before he died. His opinion only really started forming after Auricās resurrection; āThe dead should stay dead.ā is what he told Asra. And he stood by it; he saw firsthand what trying to resurrect Auric did to them. And he saw the aftermath of it too, and how it changed his best friend.
The first time he properly met Auric post-resurrection, it was only because Asra needed someone to keep an eye on him the first time Asra took one of his trips. There wasnāt anything Auric did wrong in particular, but Muriel left with a sour taste in his mouth anyways.
Auric was afraid of him at first. The first several visits were like that; reactions of fear that never quite ebbed away. Muriel could deal with that, he was used to it. What really started to disturb him was when Auric began to slowly become more comfortable around him, despite the curse.
Itās not fear but it slowly developed into wariness. Muriel long discovered that his fear was not absent entirely; it remained attributed to whoever remembered him. And while Auric didnāt remember him entirely, something still didāsomething small, just under the surface. So whatever fear and anxiety Muriel was developing about the situation mimicked that.
Though to someone who lived a few years now with very limited fears, that was more than enough to trigger some avoidance and general distrust. Especially because he couldnāt control this; he had no say in whether or not Auric remembered him. And in that tiny, under-the-surface way, that was terrifying.
After this, he watched Auric only from a distance and very, very rarely would he interact with him. Warning him about the palace the morning Auric set out to see Nadia was the first time he had spoken to Auric in a good year.
ā¦ which was then subsequently followed by multiple interactions over the span of a week, and Auricās slight recognition began to turn into vague familiarity.
To be honest, Auric was starting to freak out. He was insanely attuned to his own memory out of paranoia that he would lose it all over again; so it was very easy for him to notice all the missing ones. And it really didnāt help that they were cropping up more frequently.
Thankfully Asra returned and Muriel wasnāt needed anymore. And by the looks of things, Asra wasnāt going to leave for a while yet; good. Muriel wanted to put as much distance between himself, and Auric, and these weird feelings of slight fondness and concern as possible.
Asra asked him to stick around longer anyways. Auric was accepting only so much help from them, and they didnāt trust Julian to keep Auric safe and out of trouble either. Great, now he was stuck watching TWO people he didnāt like.
Muriel had to wonder just how much fortune hated him, for Auric to stumble across him that fateful evening in the forest. Sure, he was bleeding out from a gaping wound in his side and sure Auric unthinkingly healed him up and spent his magic reservesā¦
ā¦ and then they were traveling togetherā¦
ā¦ and getting to know each otherā¦
ā¦ fuck.
Now he understood exactly what ābutterfliesā meant. Now he knew a different kind of fear. Now he knew a different intensity to the fears he used to have.
His knee jerk instinct is to run away from it all when it gets too intense. But Auric didnāt really let himā¦ which was surprising. And nice. Everything Auric did was surprising, mostly in good ways.
Whatever happens, theyāre prepared to weather the storm together.
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Borrowing Clothes
This is rough, unedited, and kinda rushed! Iāll probably edit it later because thereās a lot of missing content, but I wanted to get the rough parts in before the deadline XD
For this Vesuvia Weekly prompt, I thought Iād indulge in a bit of writing that isnāt necessarily canon to Muriel and Auricās story, but sweet nevertheless.
This takes place in what Iād call the āHeart Hunters/Tales Universeā, where itās clear the routes havenāt taken place but thereās still a relationship between any given LI and the MC. Great for writing character dynamics and interactions, in a sort of nebulous adjacent setting without a clear storyline.
Summary:
Itās a cold day, and Auric wants to spend it bundled up with his favorite person.
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SFW (<18), 1.2k Words, Vesuvia Weekly, Borrowing Clothes, Muriel, Muriel of the Kokhuri, Auric Alnazar, Auric the Apprentice, Apprentice OC, Original Character(s), Romantic Relationship(s), Muriel/Auric, Muriel/OC, Fluff
It was an unusually cold day. Auric shivered as he made his way down the trail, gripping his shawl around him for what little warmth it could offer him. A basket was slung over one arm with a loaf of Selasiās pumpkin bread wrapped in cheesecloth, a small bottle of black mead, and some smoked eel parcled off to the side. It was a rare treat to visit Murielās hut these days, so he figured it called for something special. A little something in exchange for how often Muriel had to come into the city just so they could see each other.
The shop kept him busy, but with any luck Auric would be able to rent the space out to someone else soon. He just needed the chance to discuss it with Asra first.
A gust of wind buffeted against Auricās side, carrying with it the salty sea air and a few leaves that found purchase in his hair. With a huff, he swatted at the stray vegetation and tried to clear it all away and make himself look at least a little more presentable.
The door opened before Auric had the chance to even knock, Murielās massive form lurking in the doorway. He was wearing his cloak, a sign that he had been about to leave. Surprise flitted over Murielās features as they stared at one another, before the larger man shuffled awkwardly to the side to let him in. āI didnāt think you were coming today.ā Muriel murmured, watching Auric step inside. He glanced out at the overcast sky, and Auric understood what he meant.
āI said I would, didnāt I?ā Auric replied, bustling over to the table to set the basket down. Inanna was stretched out by the fire, lazily swishing her tail back and forth as she watched both of them. Their eyes met for a moment before Inanna huffed softly and turned to rest her head lazily over her paws, closing her eyes. The apprentice smiled faintly before turning his attention back to unpacking the basket.
āYou didā¦ā Muriel pulled his cloak off, hanging it back up on the wall. He made his way over to where Auric stood, hesitating for a brief moment before wrapping his arms around the smaller man from behind. As always, the hug was as loose as possible; and as always, Auric rested one hand over Murielās arm and leaned back against him, guiding his arms to hold him a little closer. āItās also cold.ā The hermit murmured against the top of Auricās head. āYouāre cold.ā Thereās a brief pause before one of Murielās hands lifted, picking a stray leaf out of the apprenticeās hair.
Auricās mouth twitched. He could tell Murielās eyes were fixed solely on the food heād brought, and Auric carefully unwrapped the small packages. The smell of spices and eel wafted through the air, a very odd combination but not entirely unpleasant. āAh, but Iām warm now.ā Auric took one of Murielās hands and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. āIām already forgetting how chilly it is outside.ā Muriel grumbled softly in response before he pulled away to fetch the two plates and cups he owned.
ā... are you staying tonight?ā Muriel asked quietly, setting the wooden dishes out carefully. Auric cut a couple slices off the loaf, serving it and the eel onto both plates while Muriel uncorked the bottle and poured a bit of mead in both cups. While the question was worded one way, it meant another thing entirely; āI donāt want you walking home tonight in this weather.ā
āIād like to.ā Auric reached across the table after they both sat down, and Muriel took his hand. Three soft squeezes; I love you. Muriel gave four more in return; I love you too.
-<>-
They slept in. Or well, Muriel slept in. Auric could never sleep too long once the sun was up, but he was more than content to rest in Murielās arms until he woke. He gazed out the window, taking in the swirling patterns of frost and light amount of snow that had settled in the clearing just outside. He snuggled in closer to Muriel, pulling the furs a little further over them. The fire had died down during the night, making the morning a bit chilly against his bare skin.
Muriel stirred a little, pulling Auric a little closer with a soft grumble. He pressed his face into the pillow with his mouth resting against the back of the apprenticeās head and his warm breath blew through Auricās hair in soft huffs. A few minutes more, and Murielās eyes finally fluttered open with reluctance.
āMorning.ā Auric brushed a soft kiss against Murielās cheek, taking quiet delight in the way the hermitās cheeks reddened. He crossed his arms over Murielās chest and rested his head over them, idly tracing a heart over where Murielās beat.
The larger of the two men blinked the sleep out of his eyes, not yet sitting up. His hand lifted to brush some of Auricās hair out of his face, curling the multicolored strands around his fingers loosely in an idle gesture of affection. āMorning.ā Murielās voice rumbled, deep and croaky with early morning drowsiness. Auric could see the otherās lips curve slightly, a warm and sleepy smile.
It took a while for them to get up and moving, but Auric wasnāt in a rush. The shop was closed today and he didnāt have any errands to run until later that afternoon. There were plenty of little sleepy kisses exchanged between them until finally Muriel was awake enough to get up. They both shivered a little in the chilly morning air, and Muriel was quick to tuck the furs back around Auric until he could get the fire started again.
Breakfast was leftover pumpkin bread warmed by the fire, filling the hut with the scent of warm spices mixed with myrrh. They ate on the floor near the fire this time, Muriel listening as Auric rambled about his dreams.
When it finally came time for Auric to leave, Muriel gently grabbed his arm to stop him before he reached the door. In his other hand, the hermit held the scarf Auric bought him months ago. āWait,ā He murmured, draping it over Auricās shoulders and fussing with it for a moment. āItās still cold out.ā
Auric was frozen for several seconds before he reached up to take his hands, his eyes shining softly. āThank you.ā He said softly, stretching up as far as he could to brush a kiss against Murielās cheek. The manās face was flushed, his eyes focused on everything else but him for a little bit before he finally dragged his gaze to meet Auricās.
āJustā¦ bring it back when you visit next time.ā Muriel mumbled, dipping down to brush a very brief kiss against Auricās cheek in return. His hand reached out to open the door, the other pulling out of Auricās grasp to grab his own cloak. āIāll umā¦ walk you to the city.ā He added quietly.
The apprentice smiled, taking Murielās hand. With his other, he gently grasped onto the scarf wound around his neck and pulled it up to partially cover his face against the cold as they set out together.
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Have We Met Before?
Murielās curse will only work for so long on someone who truly wants to remember him.
(Part of a rough draft; unedited and full of comma splices.)
āUhā¦ā Auric looks down at Julian, who remains lifeless save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Blood covers them both at this point, staining Auricās clothes and all over his hands. āI can explain.ā
The stranger is silent for a long moment before they heave a drawn out sigh. Resigned for whatever reason, they move forward and hoist Julian up into their arms. āDonāt.ā They mutter to Auric, before ducking through the shop door. Carefully, the figure rests Julian on the floor against the counter in a seated position. One large hand reaches up to draw their hood down, revealing an expression full of distaste and irritation.
Auric steps in after him, and closes the door with a soft click. The stranger straightens up and turns to face Auric, looming over him like a dark cloud. āAre you hurt?ā He asks quietly, his voice rumbling deep in his chest like thunder. Auric blinks up at the imposing man, before shaking his head.
āNo, Iām not.ā Auric replies, studying the man for a moment. The feeling that he should know him continues to nag at the back of his mind, though faintly. āWhatās your name?ā The apprentice asks after a moment, holding his hand out towards the other. āIāmāā
āAuric.ā The manās green eyes flash with irritation. He barely glances at Auricās hand, but makes no move to take it. āI know who you are.ā Thereās almost something huffy about the way he speaks, like someone whoās tired of repeating themselves. An awkward silence stretches out between them; Auric slowly withdraws his hand.
āRightā¦ā Auric clears his throat and offers a bright smile, a strange sense of amusement bubbling up in his chest. āIām sorry, have we met before?ā He questions, moving towards the counter to grab some supplies. The other manās eyes track him warily the entire time.
The stranger is silent, a slight twist to his mouth and a curled upper lip. He looks as though heās debating something, thick brows furrowed together in thought. āā¦ yes.ā Comes the quiet reply, slow and tentative. Auricās eyebrows lift in surprise as he pulls out some cloth bandages. The two lapse back into silence as he moves back to Julianās side, lowering himself to inspect the wound.
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A Forgotten Friendship
NO LONGER CANON TO AURICāS STORY Updated version coming soon!!
Auric and Murielās relationship before Auricās death, and a rare argument about his resurrection.
(Auric and Murielās relationship is platonic at this point in time, but does develop into a romantic one post-resurrection.)
One of the few fights Muriel and Asra ever had was over Asraās plan to resurrect Auric.
Muriel knew Auric from their shared time at the Lazaret. Muriel dug the graves there after he finally escaped the Colosseum, and Valdemar had Auric stationed at the Lazaret forā¦ reasons. Auric vaguely recognized Muriel from the few times he had to go to the colosseum + Asra introduced them at least once, but they never interacted much. Still, he was a familiar face, so Auric interacted with him fairly frequently. They werenāt romantic at the time, just friends; but Auric became someone Muriel cared about.
And then Auric caught the plague. Asra was still out of town. Muriel couldnāt really do anything; but he made damn sure that Auric got an individual grave, instead of being tossed into one of the mass graves with the others. Not that it really mattered, in the end they had to dig up the bodies anyways and burn them.
Muriel grieved quietly. By the time Asra returned, heād made his peace with the fact Auric was goneāthere wasnāt much anyone couldāve done anyways. He tells Asra that Auric died. Life goes on.
Asra doesnāt take things well and Muriel watches as Asra slowly pulls away from him and buries himself in his new studies; and eventually Muriel asks Asra about it. Asra responds that heās looking for a way to bring Auric back and Murielās blood runs cold; because yes, as much as he misses Auric, bringing him back from the dead? Itās unnatural and wrong; and thereās no guarantee itāll bring Auric back right.
Auric was his friend too; so Muriel speaks up. It turns into a tense conversation, then an argument. Itās the closest Murielās ever gotten to raising his voice at Asra, and itās the closest Asraās gotten to raising their voice at Muriel. They never actually settle their argument; by the end of it, they just mutually agree to drop it and never bring it up again, and thatās that.
Itās why Muriel is so distant with Auric; it isnāt jealousy, it isnāt his natural introversion, itās the fact that this thing looks like his friend, talks like his friend, acts like his friend. In almost every way that matters, Auric was brought back right; the problem is that every time he looks at Muriel, thereās no recognition. And he still knows that something is off about him, something is different and wrong even if everything supposedly went right.
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Blog Masterpost
Hello! My name is Rubin (he/him). This is my side blog dedicated to my personal The Arcana content; my main blog is @rubinaitoart. Iām currently writing a fanfiction series for my main Apprentice OC, Auric Alnazar; a lot of my rambles are going to be related to that instead of canon lol.
My mini-fic posts are going to change in appearance for a little while as I settle into the kind of aesthetic I want to work with. So far Iāve used custom-made tags using images, but theyāre tedious to make.
Hereās a quick rundown of my interests in the fandom!
My favorite LI is Muriel, but I enjoy content for all six.
I really enjoy Villain!Lucio, however I also like his route.
Here is a list of the tags I use in my mini-fic/short story/creative writing posts.
Important Tags
(#arcanarubinaito) - All of my posts. (Non-Reblogged, aside from anything Iāve reblogged from my main account.)
(#auric the apprentice) - All content with my MC, Auric Alnazar.
(#auric x muriel) - All content involving Auric and Muriel.
(#my art) - All of my art posts.
(#rubin rambles) - All of my text posts.
(#rubinās writing) - All of my creative writing posts.
(#incorrect quotes) - My incorrect quotes series.
Series - āImperfect Relationshipsā
A series of posts dedicated to the relationship dynamics between the characters in āFoolās Goldā.
Auric & Asra (Link)
Asra & Julian (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
Writing
Ask Box Mini-Fic - Muriel x Extroverted MC (āHomeā)
Headcanon #1 - Leech Barometer
Art
Reference - Auric the Apprentice
Muriel + Auric - Traveling Jokes
Reference - Auric Outfit Lineup #1
Julian + Auric - Breaking In
Muriel + Auric - First Date
Nadia + Auric - (WIP) At Her Request
Auric - (WIP) Scorching Echoes
Asra + Julian - Laughing At Mazelinka's
Muriel - Stopping At The Inn (Castlevania Edit)
Muriel - A Brief Respite (Castlevania Edit)
Vesuvia Weekly
Week 1 - MC/LI Dynamics
Week 2 - How It All Went Wrong
Week 3 - Borrowing Clothes
Week 4 - Cooking Class (Headcanon #2)
Week 17 - First Kiss
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May redraw this later.
Early on in their journey, Muriel occasionally cracks the odd dry joke (when he works up the courage, at least) just to see Auric laugh. He wonāt admit it out loud but he really likes his smileā¦
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First Date (Auric x Muriel) (UPDATED!)
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, REBLOGGING IS POG!
Updated Muriel's nose, it's been bothering me for the past couple days.
They're so silly I love them <3
I had so much fun making this. I can't wait to write the scene this was made for.
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