Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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"You seemed to enjoy yourself." Elijah mused after the ride, watching with fondness as Murielle fussed about with her windswept hair.
She grumbled at the feeling of her hair beneath her fingertips. It was useless to use a mirror for her due to her idiotic decision of leaving her glasses at home. So Murielle instead used Elijah's guidance, which wasn't the best. According to him, she looked beautiful whichever way her hair fell; it was a lovely sentiment but not useful at all. Without any other way to describe it, her hair felt too fluffy.
"I do love rollercoasters and rides and such." Murielle said, finally settling on the realisation that her hair would never return to how it had been that morning. "Although I've only been once before."
"How come?"
"Well, with the threat of death looming so much and the aftermath being... I was always worried that any public place would be where I met my end. It was better to live at home and die there than go anywhere else and possibly die there." Murielle shrugged, looking away from him. It felt rather pathetic to admit that she'd spent most of her time a hermit because she was too scared to go outside.
Standing next to Elijah, a man unafraid of anything and here she was scared of her own shadow. Why had she said that? Oh, now he was going to think her a coward. Goddess curse her loose tongue, curse the comfort he made her feel enough for him to pry her deepest shames from her heart with such ease.
However, what she couldn't tell was that Elijah looked at her not with pity but with compassion, with sympathy and a shared pain for her ever having to go through anything like that. "I thought you only died every six years."
Without any amusement, Murielle chuckled, her arms coming up to wrap around herself as memories swam in front of her eyes. "If only that were the case, no, it is rare but..."
She sighed, admitting this was hard. But she'd already told both him and Finn so much; what was one more part of her dark and twisted heart? "I can die by my own hand whenever..."
Her throat felt like it was constricting her and Murielle's breathing became forced; she remembered vividly when she'd found that out. It was not a time she liked to revisit but it was a time that stayed with her. In her darkest moments, she often found herself wishing she had succeeded, wishing somebody had succeeded.
Elijah's hand grabbed hers once again and he drew her into a firm hug. His arms came up to encircle her in a warm embrace, which she returned, wrapping her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, able to whisper the next part to him rather than speak it for anyone to hear. Her tale was for his ears alone.
"I can also die before the six years should I become too reckless. It was why I gave up healing in 1992; I was attacked by my own patient, who was undergoing tremendous amounts of pain. What would've been a small scratch on her kind ended up being the end of my life. Only for it to restart again."
