Memories (Muriel x Reader)

Memories || Breakfast

I feel myself laying awake for a moment before opening eyes to my cozy, frigid room.

The light flows through my window and beams off of gemstones hanging from the roof, and lulls through colorful fabrics hanging from the roof. 

I shuffle out of my bed with a big fluffy blankey hanging off of my sholders, and shuffled my way over to my bookshelf, slipping my dream journal out from in between my thick spellbooks. 

My head brushes some white and purple and mulitcolored crystals as I  make my way over to my desk, and slump down into rickety desk chair. 

I toss some thick books aside and stack them on some books already sitting on my desk.

The cluttered desk doesnt bother me, the more cluttered, the more cozy, I find. I've always been able to work in virtually any environment, and find myself being comfortable in the most uncomfortable of places. 

I jot down this dream (again) and significantly note that change in the story.

This will be the last time you meet me here like this..

What did dream Asra mean by that?  And why was that the first time he ever said anything to me in that dreamscape? 

I can't stop writing the questions that flood into my mind as I fill out the pages in my dream journal. I look out the window as I realize what time of day it is. 

"Shit!!" I say, as I throw my blanket on the floor and run to my wardrobe.

I throw on a simple shirt and trousers that have plenty of pockets for my spells, casting stars, and trinkets. A jacket that almost reaches the floor covers me, and I toss my coinbag, a snack jar, and a small sketchbook into the pockets that spatter my jacket.

I shuffle around myself, adjusting my clothes to fix them to not look so folded and bulky. I slide into my tall lace up boots and stomp them around to adjust them as well.

"Is that y/n I hear ?"  Asra calls from downstairs, and I feel a smile light up my face as I grin out a response.

"Yeah yeah, it's me alright, Im comin' down now." I trot out my door, and avoid the many soft pillow leading downstairs and past our table nook into the kichenette.

Asra's cooking breakfast. I can smell it.

"I know you can smell I'm cooking."          !!!

I jolt my head back slightly as I walk over to the stove, where I further smell crepes, and strawberry sauce. Fancy.

Im gonna ignore the part where he definitely heard what I was thinking for how delicious these crepes smell.

"They're almost ready." Asra says, walking past behind me to grab some plates out of our cupboards.

I open our cramped fridge filled with chilled spells and ingredients (very little human food) to grab a small jar that I hope has whipped cream in it.

To my surprise it does, and I set it down next to the stove and fold my arms, standing next to Asra. 

"How'd you sleep?" He asks, plating the thin fluffy stacks, with a slather of hot strawberry on top.

I get lost in his process as I recount my sleep, and more pressing, my dream.

"I had the same dream again." He looks over to me, his bright eyes meeting mine as I try to find my next words.

"I-uhhh...its just that.. i..." I struggle a second. "I don't know what they mean. This one especially." Asra hands me a plate of crepes, smothered with strawberry sauce in the shape of a smiley face. I look up at him.

"We can talk more about that later, don't think Im trying to shut you down, it just seems a little hard to talk about right now." He's sweet.

He's also right. Plus damn these smell good. 

He guides me over to our table with his hand on my shoulder and we sit down together to devour these over some necromancy books. Asra and I flip through the pages together and go over the literature, slowly biting at our cooling plates. We converse the magic of the text, and attempt some small summoning spells. Once Asra notices our plates are cleared, he takes our plates into the kitchennete. 

He comes back with two small orange juice slushies.

He's being over hospitible today. 

He's going somewhere.

He sits down next to me along with my slushie.

"Asra?" I ask, letting him enjoy his drink. "Where are you going?"

He irks his head back a bit and looks at me startled.

"Where do you-" I look at him doubtlingly. There's a pause.

 *ssssiiiggghhhh*           "...fine."           He says, giving in.

"Im going on a trip for a couple days, to meet some relatives far away." He says it like he's delivering a knife in my back.

"Oh, alrighty then." I sip my drink cheerfully. 

"I..uhh. I just thought there'd be some contest....here?"

I look at him, meeting his gaze questioningly. "I only contest your timing of telling me." 

"...I just thought you'd be upset with how long I may be gone, or that you may have to run the shop on your own." Asra relaxes into his seat a bit.

"Trust me to protect the shop, I care for it just as much as you." As I say that, I feel Faust slip up my leg, and into my lap.

"That goes for you too, cutie."

I stroke Faust with my index finger and look back at Asra, who's looking at Faust lovingly.

"I have to gather my things." He says, placing his hand on my lower arm and squeezing gently. 

I nod to him and place my hand on his hand. Faust slithers across us and makes her way to Asra's neck. "Since you're leaving so suddenly and just telling me this now, please, can I help you on your way at all? Walk with you till you don't need me?" I ask, as we get up from our cozy nook.

He picks up his shall, and dawns his scarf and long hat. And lets out a mid sigh.

"Let's get going, then." He says offering me his elbow.

We trot out the door, connected at the hip, and the second we close the door behind us, a carriage blows past right at the tip of our noses.

We shake it off, and Asra notes. "We just had breakfast in the middle of the afternoon."

"Feels better that way." I say, as we trot off on our midday escapade.