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to-the-stars8 · 6 months

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Twin Flames

Asra x MC Summary: The final argument that results in Asra leaving, and you all alone.

“There is a ship leaving in an hour,” Asra said, eyes panicked and pleading. “Come with me, it is all I'll ever ask of you again. For me.”

At one point, Asra could have asked you for the world, and you would have given it to him. Now, as you looked at him, you decided not. There had been too many lonely nights thinking over the same broken promise, and you would not fall deeper into his pit of distant love.

Yet, you knew that, if you came to it, there would be no worry. Asra would take care of you, and the two of you could lay under a tree in a foreign land in each other's arms. You felt dread at the thought. It was a tragedy that all the hope in the beginning had come down to disappointment and frustration. It exhausted you, wearing your mind thin. As it did his. You could see it, the way the weight of your distance and separate desires carried him down.

Sucking in a breath and averting your eyes, you listened to the silence of the city. It once bloomed with excitement, and it had been so loud that it made you feel alive. Then, the plague had swept through so fast, killing it. It made you want to stay despite your love’s cries to run. Whether you desired to save the constant excitement so you would feel a little less alone, or the good nature you liked to think you had, you did not wish to know.

“Leave if you must,” You said. “But do not ask this of me.”

Asra’s eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to acknowledge them. He shook his head. “Please, you have to—For me. You forget that you promised to always be with me.”

Anger tore through you. He dared to say that when he left you alone so often. Scoffing, you stepped away from him as you were afraid of what your rage would make you do. You began to cry, and a thousand curses passed through your mind. You wanted to hate Asra, to be able to cast him aside, but he had loved you so well and deeply despite the shortcomings.

“You—” You sucked in a breath. “You cannot expect me to uphold a promise you never kept.”

“I have asked for your forgiveness a thousand times, and will do so a thousand more if you wish.” Asra looked ready to beg on his hands and knees. “You must come. People here are dying like flies, and will die before I let you suffer the same!”

“Then I hope we burn on the same pile of bodies so we will never part again,” The words did not feel like yours. They were heavier, darker.

You regarded one another silently before Asra could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed onto the couch, head in hand. You did not move toward him.

“Please,” Asra whispered. “For me.”

“You are selfish,” You said.

Asra looked like a kicked dog, but your sorrow and anger would not allow any pity. No, you almost felt justified to hurt him, as nasty as it felt to admit. Either way, he did not deny your words. “You are not the only person in this city. I can help people here—I have the means to.”

Asra stood again, rushing to you with arms out and palms up, confused. “And what then, hm? If you find the cure do you think Lucio would let you be regarded as the hero?”

“No! How can you not understand?” You faced him now, eye to eye. “These are our friends! People that have been part of our lives for years—”

“Damn them all! None of them matter if they are not you,” He cried, grabbing at you desperately.

“You would say that of Muriel? ” You yelled.

Asra scoffed before turning his back on you. On his shoulders Faust curled tight around him, unused to her master’s anger and yours. “You know I did not mean that. I have offered for Muriel to come with us, but he is safe outside the walls of the city.”

You did not wish to say he was right, so you quieted. Wiping your eyes, you let your anger finally resolve and reach for him. When your hand met his shoulder, Asra jerked away, eyes turning to narrow onto you.

“Asra,” You said. “I am going to stay. Leave, it will give me comfort to know that you are safe. My heart will always be with you. Please know that.”

His face was like stone. Unchanged from the hate that was plastered on his face from the moment he turned to you.

“I wish I had never met you,” Asra gritted out before rushing out the shop door.

Your love for Asra gnawed painfully at your stomach. It yearned to call out for him. Beg for his forgiveness. Forgive me, you wanted to say. Forgive me for the choices I want to make, and do not hate me for it.

You didn’t know how long you stood there staring at the door. Though, by the time your senses had returned the night had turned into day by then, an orange hue coming into the shop through the stained glass window.

Still, you did not move as the sun's rays poured into your corner of the world. Compared to before, it seemed so small. Almost suffocatingly so. And, now the shop was quieter than you thought possible.

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ivquatro · 7 months

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Could I do something serious? I could! But…nah

More drawings about the arcana!

Original images: (1) and (2):

#the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana game #the arcana asra #asra alzanar #asra the arcana #fanart #my art #witch sabel

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bopaaaa · 8 months

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🌙Reunit🌕

Hello❤️ Finally! Today! I finished the short comic I said I would prepare!

The comic is about amy finding out that Pem, my mc, died of the red plague and she finds her in razaret. Asar has a small gift to give her and goes back to Vesuvia to her shop to reunite with her. Upon arrival, Asra notices that the shop's sign has not been maintained as it was before. Feeling uneasy, he cautiously opens the door and enters the shop. As if this ominous feeling was correct, there is a letter from Pem on the table. Reading the letter, Asra is shocked to learn that she is dying of the Red Plague. Soon after, his surroundings seem to close in on him, engulfing him with dark truths. Denying that she is dead, Asra runs with all his might to find her and reaches the island. Searching for her, Asra finds the remains of the trinket she always wore in her hair until her death. He digs in the dirt, unaware that his hands are scratched and bleeding. After digging for a while, only the tragic last vestiges of her life emerge from the dirt. Asra breaks down, bursting into the tears she's been holding in all this time, denying the truth and clinging to a shred of hope.

This story is my reimagining of the ASRA route (or maybe not) to fit my MC's personality. I didn't really start drawing the storyboard in one sitting, so the artwork may look a little... a lot... maybe even a lot different from scene to scene because I haven't drawn for so long...hehe…Please bear that in mind 🙏🙇🏻‍♀️❤️

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jforjerms · 4 months

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Asra

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bakuliwrites · 9 months

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MC Regaining Little Memories From Objects Associate w/ M6

Hi everyone! Here is another one of my headcanons from my old blog. I think this one was a request I had gotten and I really enjoyed writing this one. It was a lot of fun to try to think up some meaningful objects and scenarios. Over time, I've been trying to post some of my old headcanons on to this blog, but I do have a lot of them up on my AO3, if you are curious!

You and Asra are tidying up the shop one day when you stumble upon a broom closet in the back that you've never noticed. Curious, you attempt to turn the door handle and fortuitously discover that it is unlocked.

The room is tiny, only big enough for you and the other objects inside. There are a few random boxes of trinkets and old ingredients, but what really catches your attention is the dress in the far corner, worn by a slightly eerie, faceless mannequin.

The dress is floaty, billowing. Your fingers find the sleeves, the thin tulle delicate in your careful grasp. Even in the darkness of the closet, the dress seems to sparkle, the crystals bedazzling the neckline dancing jovially in the lamplight just outside. You've been so enamored with the dress, you hardly notice Asra's presence in the doorway behind you.

"You look beautiful, like a jellyfish floating in the gentle summer currents. Carefree and lovely," you whisper aloud. The words were familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place who had said them, or when. When you repeat them in your mind, it's Asra's voice that sounds them out. A flash of a grand party, a masquerade perhaps, dances across your vision. When you finally turn to greet Asra, you see he has tears in his eyes, reserved but joyful. He draws you into a warm embrace and something just clicks in your brain. Finally, you remember Asra and all he meant to you.

You're quietly reading one afternoon when Nadia enters the room and asks if she might play the organ for a bit. "If I'm bothering you, just say the word!" she offers, but you simply smile. You loved listening to her play, and you didn't get to hear it very often since she was usually busy.

Nadia's fingers begin skillfully dancing across the keys. She's merely warming up at first, which you still take delight in. Her talent shines through even in her simple practice exercises. The notes start to fade in the background as you settle back into your novel, finding yourself fully engrossed. Until you're suddenly drawn out of your concentration by the beginning of a song.

This song is different, though. Something about it is oddly familiar. Bittersweet, like a lost memory. The music swells, lilting and sprightly, before quieting into a melancholy hum. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed with emotion, though you can't really place why. This music, it echoes through your mind like it once echoed through the halls of the palace, in a time you thought you'd long forgotten.

When Nadia finishes, she looks over to see you quickly wiping tears from your eyes. She opens her mouth to ask what's wrong, but you hush her with a smile. "It's been such a long time since you've played that for me," you whisper. Nadia beams knowingly, before setting off again to play for you like she used to all those years ago.

Back at Mazelinka's, you and Julian are rifling through stacks of his old papers, ones that you'd managed to pilfer from the palace. You've found nothing of any real use so far, but you have confidence that you might stumble across something.

While Julian is frantically scanning page after page, you find yourself growing still, fixating on just one of them. The edges are yellowed, frayed from water damage. But the handwriting is still legible (well, as legible as Julian's messy handwriting could possibly be). The script doesn't say anything important. It appears to just be a general note about the status of some test he was running, but it's what is written in the margins that catches your eye.

It's your handwriting, littered amongst tiny drawings of what you at first think are worms. But upon closer inspection, you see that you apparently had written, "Watch out! Getting bitten by a leech really sucks." You roll your eyes at how terrible that pun is, wondering what possessed you to write it in the first place, if that really was your handwriting. You grab some ink and a quill from your bag and start to scribble next to the writing. It's a dead ringer for your script.

You feel some happy tears sting your eyes, but when Julian asks you what's wrong, you break out into a wide smile. "You and your accursed leeches!" you exclaim, before bursting into laughter. He looks at you, a bit confused at first, before breaking down into giggles himself. Finally, he thinks, something you both remember.

You're enjoying a quiet afternoon at Portia's cottage, basking in the sunlight and sipping some tea. Portia is baking something delicious, her dress covered in flour. You offered to help, but she insists you relax. You've been hard at work these past few weeks and deserve a break.

While you're admiring a monarch butterfly that regally flits past the open window, you're hit by a sudden, strange feeling. A familiar scent wafts through the room, warm and sweet. You're practically salivating at the delightful smell. You look across the room to see Portia pulling out a light-golden cake from the oven. After she lets it cool, she brings it to the table and starts to slice into it.

Portia hands you a generous piece and offers to refresh your tea. As she's filling up your cup again, you dig into the freshly baked treat. As soon as it hits your tongue, you can taste the honey and the vanilla, comforting and cozy. It tastes like spring, like a bright memory.

You look up at Portia as she sets your tea down in front of you, your eyes full of wonder. "This is one of my favorites. How did you know?" you venture, but you already know the answer. She smiles cheekily at you. "Call it intuition," she winks. All you can do is smile, overjoyed that you reclaimed your memory of Portia's divine baking skills.

You enter Muriel's hut, soaking wet and seeking shelter from the sudden storm that raged outside. He quickly directs you to the warmth of his fireplace and gives you some dry clothes. They're much too big on you, but they'll do for now, while you wait for your own outfit to dry. Muriel exits the hut for a moment, just to bring the chickens into their shelter. As your eyes roam the room, they settle on an ornately carved mask sitting on the mantelpiece.

You rise, reaching up to grab the mask. It's beautiful, but something about it seems- familiar to you. Maybe it's pure coincidence that it resembles the animal you consider your familiar. Or maybe, there's a deeper meaning to it. It had clearly been carved with the utmost precision and care. Its colors were striking, but not gaudy. It was breathtaking.

As you turn it over in your hands, you notice some protection runes carved into the inside, just beneath the eye holes. It's like the sun suddenly broke through the storm clouds. Memories come flooding back to you. Masquerades, multiple masquerades. Asra is there, Muriel is- here, at the hut. Carving this mask, just for you.

Muriel returns, soaked now, as well. You whirl around to greet his hulking form, your brows furrowed with an emotion you can't quite place. He notices the mask in your hands and blushes a deep red, looking sheepishly away. You can't help but beam at this. "Thank you for holding onto this for me," you finally speak. He grunts a, "You're welcome," but you notice that he, too, is softly smiling.

You're sorting through a box of jewelry that Lucio's provided to you, attempting to find one that might go with your outfit. They're all his jewelry pieces, so most of them are a bit garish for your taste. But you need to select something if you're going to attend the masquerade with him that night. You pick past heavily bejeweled, oversized designer pieces, until your fingers clasp around a necklace that you could've sworn you've seen before.

The necklace is delicate, gold and studded with tiny diamonds and milky-white pearls. You hold it up against the lamplight and it glitters luminously. This is it. This is the necklace. Not only does it match your outfit's color scheme, but there's something about it that feels like it is fatefully yours.

"Are you almost ready?" Lucio whines, impatient and eager to get to the festivities. He freezes dead in his tracks when he sees what you're holding up. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he looks away, embarrassed. "Will you help me put this on?" you implore. After a moment, he hesitantly nods. He gently takes the necklace from you and unclasps it. Lucio takes his place behind you and you watch in the mirror as he draws it around your neck and fumbles with the clasp.

As he secures it to you, you're hit with a vision: someone coming up behind you at a masquerade, years ago. Deftly, they fasten the necklace around your neck. When you turn around to see who it could possibly be, you're greeted by an enigmatic figure, done up in golds and reds. Their impish smile and silver eyes are the only things visible behind their ostentatious mask. They bend down to place a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing once again into the crowd. In the present moment, you whirl around to meet Lucio's eyes, eyes that are familiar from that masquerade so long ago.

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bahrtofane · 3 months

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Asras’ love is built upon many truths. On security, trust. Of knowing and believing.

It’s built on peeling oranges and cracking his thumbs into pomegranates for you. Sifting through the seeds, peeling off the last remains to carefully set the fruits of his labor (literally ) into a bowl where they shine like rubies under the sun that has seen all of his days. His hands may be stained, but the look on your face when you get called into the kitchen is worth it, sticky hands and all.

His love is tucking a pumpkin roll under his arm on the way home, making sure to get one still warm, wrapping it in a spare scarf to keep it that way. So they can watch the steam curl into the air when you break it open. Smiling so bad it hurts when you take the first bite, melting into your seat.

It’s when you have to be carried back to bed, tucked in, taken care of after a night where you just don’t stop pushing yourself. And he’s there, always has been, always will be. There to make sure you won’t be left face first on the kitchen table snoring and getting drool all over your notes. That you won’t be left alone.

It’s when he sits to peel an orange for himself, and always leaving slices for you. He’ll always give his share to you. For what is theirs is yours. An orange slice seems cheap compared to the heart he’s given, but they know in every action is his heart.

And you know it too.

It’s in every lingering touch, always desperate to feel your skin on theirs. Warm. Here. Alive. His.

Always linking pinkies, always holding hands, always squishing his face on your shoulder, pawing at your arms, laying his legs across yours, smoothing his hands down your back.

Every second is one to treasure, and one to remember and lull his heart to ease. For his love isn’t only contained within him, it lives inside you. And he yearns to feel it. Under the skin where it crackles when you meet him, blood rushing with the weight of a thousands words left unsaid. They’ve made a vow, determined to unearth each of them, forcing them to be said.

Somtimes it proves too great, and he pulls away, slipping a hand out of yours. But he’s back all too soon. His hands are awfully cold. Hold them again?

It’s sending Faust to bother you, poking her head through your things before she springs out from under blankets and pillows. Surprise !

If there’s one thing that’s a constant. It’s the love you’ve come to always be surround by. Asras’ love.

#the arcana #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #asra the magician #asra my beloved #bahr blurbs #asra x reader #asra alzanar #the arcana fanfic #asra x you #asra x mc #the arcana asra #asra

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angeledeggs · 10 months

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Main Six + The Courtiers with a bilingual partner

Main six plus the courtiers with a bilingual significant other! Hope y'all enjoy, and thanks for the surprising amount of support! :)

Asra 💜:

Finds it cool that you know another language, and will probably ask you how you learnt it, why you learned it, etc.

Asra is also bilingual! He speaks Arabic, too, which was his first language. He can also write in it flawlessly and though he speaks English very well, his writing in English can get a bit messy when he's tired

They'll probably want to learn a few things in the other languages you know just for fun, and if you want to have conversations in that language? Even better! Asra will hit the books right away!

If you have just a bit of an accent when you switch to English or the other language you know, Asra will probably blush a bit. He finds it attractive.

Will probably brag to their parents that you're so smart that you know more than one language, and probably to their friends, too.

If you know Arabic, or even better- learned it for Asra, he'll probably fall a bit harder for you and the bragging to his parents will most definitely be nonstop.

Muriel💙:

Finds it impressive, especially since he just knows English. Will ask you a bit about the language you know, how good you are, etc.

He'll probably not want to learn it though, not because he thinks it's weird, just because he's kind of bad at memorizing things (unless it comes to what you like).

If you want him to try though, he definitely will. He'd probably try to read some books and give up, and try flash cards instead. In the end, he can kind of carry a conversation with you in the language.

But if you want to speak in that language to him more often, he'll definitely amp up his studying and a lot of the times in the evening you'll find him quietly making more flashcards. It warms your heart.

He manages to stumble through an "I love you" in the language you know and gets really happy when you can understand him.

Nadia💎:

Finds it refined and elegant that you can speak in another language, even if you can barely do it and stutter through your words.

If you have any accent, she'll also find that extremely graceful of you.

She also knows a few languages herself which includes English and a few dialects of Hindi, but she won't tell you unless you ask, just because she's never thought of it before.

If you know her language or any of the dialects (or teach yourself), no matter how broken it is, she'll melt.

Is probably similar to Asra in the act of bragging to her family about you and your skills. A lot.

Might learn a phrase or two in the language you know, just to say it to you and see your reaction. But then she's suddenly studying it every night and sometimes mumbles it in her sleep when you two cuddle.

Julian🦠:

Thinks it's cool and deems you 'even smarter'

He knows Russian and might say a thing or two to you in it when he's teasing you. If you know Russian, he most definitely will blush whenever you even start to speak it for a second.

He insists that you teach him some together to 'bond', and he'll also most likely watch a few videos to learn it, too. His pronunciation is very bad, but he's so proud, you can't really tell him that.

He'll probably brag to Portia, too, about how awesome you are and how you're bilingual. He may or may not write down every little thing he loves about you in one of his journals. His journals are a mess though, so you'll never find it.

Will call you a nickname in the other language you know like sweetheart or honey. If you allow it, of course.

Portia🧡:

As soon as she hears you speak it, she's fallen in love all over again. Will definitely blush each time you speak it, which she can't help!

She knows just a bit of Russian, but not a lot, and mainly speaks English. Hearing and knowing that your bilingual definitely inspires her to get back to being fluent? And oh, if you speak Russian, she's absolutely floored.

Might study with you if you're not fluent yet, just for the bonding.

Gets all flustered if you have an accent, too.

She actually goes to her brother to get back into her Russian and will affectionately refer to you in terms of endearment of your own language, or her own like "Дорогой" or "Моя любовь"

Lucio👑:

Someone call an ambulance, because he thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he hears you speak in the other language that you know. A good heart attack, of course!

Only knows English himself and is impressed no matter what language you speak. He might even learn some of it just to impress you.

He's so proud of you for knowing another language, no matter what level of fluent you are. Sometimes he just asks you to speak it to him so he can relax.

If he's actually committed to learning your language for you, he'll put some TV shows on with voiceovers in the language you speak, since he heard that's the best way to learn.

Might even get a book, if he wants to feel like he really is trying.

After a long time, he'll be able to stutter through a conversation with you in the other language you know. But only to see you smile.

Valerius🍷:

How... Sophisticated. He's definitely impressed. Which, honestly, is rare for him. He only knows English, so to know that you know another language has him a bit speechless for a moment.

To show how impressed he is with your language abilities, he'll most likely get you a few books in the other language you know so that you can read them.

And if you have an accent? He's blushing already.

Will study the language half heartedly for a bit when one day he suddenly decides he actually wants to know it like you do, and studies much more.

He's able to keep a conversation with you, and to him, he's very proud of both you... And, yes, himself. But he definitely won't say it or brag or anything, he's just happy he can talk to you in the language. Especially gossip.

Vlastomil🐛:

Doesn't realize that you're bilingual at first, but when he does, he'll definitely compliment you on your knowledge.

Thinks that it's very smart for you to know more than one language, and finds himself impressed by the face that you're bilingual.

If you happen to have an accent in either your English or other language, he thinks that it's extremely cute and will probably ask you to speak to him in your other language just to hear it.

Just knows English and a bit of Latin, and that's probably enough for him. But if you want him to learn your language? For you, anything.

He'll definitely commit to it if you want him to learn it too, and will end up buying lots of books about the language. He ends up stuttering through it and half fluent, but very proud.

Valdemar🧠:

If you know a language, Valdemar probably knows it too, but they're still impressed. They probably won't admit it, though.

If you have an accent in either English or the other language, they find it, strangely... adorable. Very adorable, and they insist you speak it more often around them. They had spent years hiding their own accent/s wherever they went, after all.

Will definitely have a few books in the language you know. And they give it to you. They don't lend it to you. They give it to you, insisting that it was yours all along in the end.

If you call them something affectionate in your language, they will respond with a surprisingly enthusiastic kiss.

Volta🍰:

Wow, she's so impressed! She doesn't know many bilingual people and is monolingual herself, which makes your knowledge even more impressive to her.

Will want to watch shows with you that have your language in it, even though she can't understand it, just to bond.

She'll also probably want to try food from the country that speaks your language, just from curiousity.

She gets super blushy if you ever refer to her in your language as something affectionate, and will probably make a little squeaking noise.

Vulgora⚔️:

Only knows English, and is very impressed with your skill. Insists that they learn some, too, just so you two can talk in your other language.

They love it when you speak in the other language you know, and they find it actually calms them down, a lot. It's so calming to them that it's able to put them to sleep, really.

They brag about your skill to other nobles and maybe even the family members they still talk to.

If you ever refer to them as something affectionate in the language you know, they will demand you repeat it over and over for them until they can say it themselves and calm you that

It's surprisingly sweet for such an aggressive warrior.

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millym00n · 6 months

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also. also.

smooches him i love them smmm

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saintunhinged · 2 years

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prompt #52 with Asra who planning is to propose plz and ty!! 💖💞

pt 2

“We’ve met that generous magician of yours.” An old lady abruptly commented. She startled you, not knowing she and an old man were standing behind you, but the softness and welcoming smile plastered on her face immediately gave you a sense of serenity.

You flashed a warm smile toward the couple, curious of the hearty statement the woman made. “Asra?” You eloquently asked.

The two shared a knowing look, a twinkle in their eyes as they wore a similar smile of mischief. “I have reason to believe your marriage will be long and fulfilling.” Her words were gentle, but the assumption she made had you questioning them.

Your eyes widened realizing what they meant and your mouth parted to acknowledge their mistake, “Oh! No, we’re not married!” A profuse heat spread across your face as you tried clearing the confusion, but they didn’t seem to be listening. Instead, you watched them indicatively walk away, grins stretched across their wrinkled faces as if they knew of the best biggest secret ever.

Surely, friends of you and Asra joked about the two of you being like an old married couple, but you never saw these people in your life. At least from as far as you remembered.

Surprisingly, you couldn’t wait to tell Asra about the odd encounter.

Your thoughts aimlessly wandered to the old couple you ran into earlier at Nadia’s palace. “People think we’re married.” Even the words leaving your mouth felt foreign. It was late at night when you and Asra returned to the shop. After a long and exhausting day of running around Vesuvia, you particularly wished to end the day with a warm cup of tea.

You dropped your collected items off on the counter. Behind you, Asra hung up his hat and scarf on the hook next to the entrance. His sluggish movements meant he was just as tired, but nonetheless, he wanted to indulge in your unanticipated revelation. “What makes you say that?” He was curious to know what you were thinking.

While searching for the tea kettle, you politely asked the salamander to set a fire, hoping the wood you left with it before leaving was enough. “There was this old couple I ran into at the palace. The lady said our marriage will be fulfilling. And then she ran off before I could tell her otherwise!” You explained, a trace of unbelief framing your voice. After gathering the various herbs into an infuser, you waited for the water to start boiling in the kettle.

“Is that all she said?” He wondered, feeling the speed of his heartbeat accelerate. Asra no longer felt as tired anymore. With your back facing him, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was glad you were occupied, otherwise the confunded expression painted over his face would’ve given you the impression that you said something you weren’t supposed to.

He had knowledge of who you spoke of. Afterall, that lady had told him the same thing. Asra had first run into them years ago. He considered them good friends, wise with the age to prove it. So it was no surprise when they showed up offering him the advice he graciously took. They just so happened to catch him shortly after the two of you parted ways in the palace. That’s when his plan to propose to you was disclosed. Though, he never expected you three to meet.

When the tea kettle whistled, you set out a cup for both you and Asra. Fixing the hot beverage to your likings, you shook your head, “They practically skipped away before I could get another word out. I mean, can you believe that? Us, married? ” The idea of it ironically humored you.

He was relieved knowing his plans still were hidden, but the vague chuckle you let fall from your lips led Asra to believe marriage was an impossible concept for you. “Does it bother you?” He gingerly made an inquiry, causing you to turn to him, confused in the slightest of what exactly could bother you. That was until he quickly continued, “The thought of being together like that?”

Your gaze fell to his inviting eyes. Sure, it would have been nice to imagine, but if you were being honest, you never really gave much thought to it. You were happy with your relationship as it was. But since it was a conversation that you and Asra were having, you couldn’t help but imagine committing to sharing your life with him.

“Hm.. I suppose it doesn’t.” You honestly told him, and from the redness spreading rapidly across his cheeks, you wondered what was going on in his head. His sudden bashfulness and attempt to avoid eye contact caused a warm feeling to course through you. The sight was truly adorable.

Asra slid in the seat around the table where readings were done. You considerately placed the steaming cups of tea on the table in front of Asra, before sitting down in the seat opposite of him. Reaching across the table, you tenderly grab his soft hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs across his knuckles. “What are you thinking?”

His entrancing gaze found yours again, a renewed confidence traced his features. “Good things, love.” He sweetly smiled, bringing your hands up to press a hot kiss to your palm.

You were both content. Tomorrow, he would be certain in asking for your hand in marriage.

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Could I get a Hc for the arcana boys+Asra where Mc and their Li are just relaxing. When Mc notices their Li looking over at them Mc strikes the most adorable pose they can.

Of course! I haven’t written for the Arcana in a bit, but I hope this is up to your standards! 🫶🏼

The Arcana when MC strikes an adorable pose when caught looking at them

Asra— You both are stargazing after a long day. Asra has been very busy with their shop lately, not that they’re complaining—business is good. You’re gazing at the stars as Asra slowly turns their gaze to you. You are unaware of this at first, but soon feel the stare. You take a quick glance in their direction and smile. You turn towards them and prop your head up on your hand and gaze at them adoringly with a soft smile. Asra’s heart melts at the sight and he blushes slightly. Soon enough he is mimicking your pose, the stars forgotten. You both spent the time admiring each other.

Julian— He was busy reading a book while you both sat on the couch. You were writing in your journal completely focused and zoned out. Julian had been gazing at you for a couple of minutes now, but you were too distracted by your own thoughts. Soon enough you snap out of your focus and caught him staring at you in the corner of your eye. You turn towards him will a big smile and blow him a kiss. He blushed and turns away love struck. He fell in love with you all over again.

Muriel— You both are relaxing by the fire in his cabin after a long day. It was one of those days where you managed to bring him to the market with you, and he agreed. You were memorized by the sparks being produced by the fire that you were unaware that he was looking at you. You caught on soon enough and smiled. You kiss his cheek and lean your head on his shoulder lovingly. He felt warm inside, he felt loved.

Lucio— He decided to relax in the kitchen eating a delicious dessert. You both were relaxing and enjoying the meal. You were enjoying it a little too much not to notice him gazing at you. You had a mouthful of the dessert when you turn towards him with the biggest smile you could muster. He started laughing and once you swallowed your food, you laughed with him. He kissed your forehead and muttered cute things as you continued to enjoy the snack.

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