Warning, there is smut, this will also mess with your heart.
You walked through the forest in a daze, an empty glass bottle in hand as you approached a small wooden hut. It had been almost a year since Julian had died, You had loved him, but the people still believed he was responsible for killing count Lucio, so they hung him.
And you had watched it.
You saw his body hang from the rope as he fell, lifelessly.
After that you started drinking, Muriel brought you into his home and had cared for you as his life depended on it.
You stumbled through the door and Muriel immediately stood up and carried you over to the couch, letting you plop down across from him.
"(y/n) I really wish you would stop drinking" he said softly.
"I cant" You replied "it's my fault he died.. my Jules.."
"I know you miss him, believe me, I do, but if he was here right now, what do you think he would say about all of this?"
You were silent at that, realizing Muriel was indeed correct. Julian would be furious. He'd also blame himself, and that was the last thing you'd ever want.
An idea crept into your mind, one so horrible you were ashamed for thinking it.
"What if I could erase him?" you said "act like...I never knew him"
Muriel's green eyes widened as he looked at you.
"Would that get you to stop drinking?" he asked
"i-i think so.." You said softly.
He nodded and went into the so-called kitchen. When he came back he was holding a small blue glass vile.
"Drink this while thinking of him, and you'll forget him," he said
You nodded and extended a shaky hand to take it.
And you drank it.
The sour liquid made your head spin more than the most intoxicating bottle of wine as you thought of all of the moments you shared with the red-haired plague doctor.
Kissing him under the pale moonlight.
Laughing at him when he attempted to flirt.
even moaning out his name as you two had shared more intimate minutes together.
Your head throbbed and soon you had fainted, falling into a dark, dreamless sleep.
