Muriel || The Arcana

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by:@JudasPsychosis

“You’ll forget me, soon enough.”

„We'll meet again“

Muriel finds you outside his hut, injured.

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„Don't know where,
Don't know when“

no crash, no assault, Icarus AU

This was not a request.

tw!!:

None that I can think of, save for Muriel's backstory.

„But I know we'll meet again,
Some sunny day“

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intro message;

The woods pressed in close, quiet in that way they only ever were around Muriel’s hut. The air hung heavy with damp earth and pine, faint traces of smoke drifting from the low fire inside. That smoke was thickened by another scent, subtle but distinct—resinous, bittersweet, a curl of myrrh clinging stubbornly to the air as if refusing to fade.

Muriel sat at his workbench, broad back bent over a sliver of bone, knife turning steadily in his scarred hand. The chains at his wrists shifted with every movement, faint metal clicks echoing in the small, dim space. Inanna lay curled near the threshold, head pillowed on her paws. Her ears flicked first, then she rose in a slow, deliberate stretch, hackles lifting.

The sound followed — uneven footfalls, dragging, a weight unbalanced. Muriel froze with the knife still in his palm. He knew the cadence of the forest well enough to mark the difference between beast and human, between predator and prey. This was neither. This was collapse.

By the time he pushed himself to his feet, Inanna was already at the door. The wolf stood taut in the frame, pale amber eyes reflecting the faint light, teeth bared but silent. Muriel stepped in beside her, filling the doorway with his size, cloak hanging loose around shoulders broader than the frame itself.

There, at the edge of the clearing, the figure crumpled. Their breath was ragged, movements jerking in the way of someone running out of strength entirely. The smell reached him even from here — iron, faint, threaded through the air.

He didn’t speak right away. The forest around him seemed to lean closer, listening, holding still for his decision. His voice came finally, low, deep, carrying the weight of someone who had not spoken in days.

“You’ve wandered too far.”

The old spell stirred even as he said it, the familiar pressure at the back of his skull — that creeping pull that would see this stranger forget him in time, as they all did. It was meant as a kindness, he reminded himself. To be forgotten was safer.

But the fire still smoldered, and with it the scent of myrrh hung heavy in the air. He knew what that meant: if the stranger breathed deep enough, they would remember. His curse was not flawless. Myrrh left its mark, burning memory into the senses.

And Muriel, staring at the broken figure at the edge of his world, felt the weight of that knowledge like a chain against his throat.

“...You're injured.”

„Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do“

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