The Arcana x reader

Muriel x reader (SFW)

(Author here!  Just letting you know that I love Muriel so much and I hope you enjoy the story.)

Soft tendrils of hair flittered across my forehead.  The wind picked up slowly as the day dragged on.  I walked tentatively to the shop knowing that once I got there I'd be alone.
Asra, my master, was off on another adventure.  One that didn't include me.  Even though I'm used to it, it doesn't cease the stinging feeling in my heart.  The uneven cobble seems to be the least of my worries as the door to the shop was open.
The protection spells should've held it.  Who's in there and why?  I gently cast my magic to my fingertips.  Small flames danced along the pads of my fingers.  I was ready to set fire to the intruder if they dared to harm me or steal Asra's things. 
I gently pushed the door to the shop open, careful to silence the loud creak of the heavy door.  In the corner of the shop near the table was a man.  His towering frame could scare anyone within the town.  I could feel my heart beating with panic, pushing the door the rest of the way open.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" My voice rang across the shop.  I hoped I intimidated the man with my handful of fire.  It seemed to work as his gaze seemed startled and somewhat ashamed.
"Is Asra here?" He said with a voice so hushed I could barely make out what he was saying. 
"No he isn't.  Why? Do you have business with him?" 
"No.. I mean, yes but.. well, he didn't exactly know I was coming so.." he seemed flustered and although he was a hulking man, he seemed soft.  I took pity on his awkward tone of voice and could feel the stress wafting from him.
"Sit down, I'll make us some tea." I walked into the kitchen starting a small fire and filling a pot with water.  "What color mug would you like? Or is it not an issue?"
"Um.." he seemed to have trouble looking directly at me and looked as if he was uncomfortable about me asking what cup he'd like.
"Green it is.  You can sit down you know, make yourself comfortable, I promise I don't bite."
He awkwardly waddled to the table and sat on the floor, too large to really fit anywhere in the house.  I pulled out a gentle lavender and honey green tea and steeped the tea bag in the water once it started to bubble.  I poured our cups of tea gently, delicate aromas wafting throughout the shop.  I walked over to the man slowly, sitting on the floor in front of him and handing him his green mug of tea.
"Thanks.." he took the cup delicately like he'd break it upon touching it.
"No problem, any friend of Asra is a friend of mine.  So stranger, what's your name?"
".. Muriel."
"Muriel?"
His nod confirmed my question. Somehow he seemed so familiar.  Taking a sip of my tea, I soaked up the image of him.  Muriel.  Tall and strong like an oak, the gentle scent of myrrh and forest floor soaking up my senses.  He seemed so skittish and concerned with everything around him.  His olive complexion seemed so welcoming to me.  I had an overwhelming urge to stroke his long dark hair and stare into his eyes.  Against better judgement, I scooted closer to Muriel.
"What are you doing?"  Muriel slightly panicked at the movement and tried his best to avoid eye contact.
"Muriel.. do I know you?"
His eyes met mine for a brief moment, filled with regret and almost pity.  His nod confirmed what I'd already felt in my soul.
"Why can't I remember?"
".. it's a long story.  I'll just leave."  He tried to get up but I stopped him, grabbing his thigh to stop him from standing.
"No wait, please," I stared at him desperately, "please don't go."
He looked torn for a moment before his heavy sigh sent him back down completely to the floor.  He stared at my hand still on his leg as tears began to build in his eyes.
"Woah hey, hey, what's wrong?" I set my tea to the side and grasped Muriels hand in mine with worried panic.
"You'll forget again, you'll forget me again, please don't make me d-"
"Muriel, what is going on?  Please calm down and look at me." 
Tears gently streamed down his face as his eyes met mine.  There was so much pain behind them.  My hand found the side of his face and gently rubbed circles into his cheekbone.  He leaned into the touch like he yearned for it, like he knew I'd do this and wished for it.
"Please Muriel, I want to know.  How do I know you?"
As if in an answer, he leaned in quickly.  His lips stole mine in a way that screamed starvation.  His large hand found its way to my waist, grasping tightly like I'd run away from him.  I was shocked at first, but slowly my hands found their way into his hair.  I stroked through his soft hair slowly as his lips melded with mine like a familiar dance.  When he parted from me his hand never left my side.
"Y/n I'm so sorry I sho-"
I kissed him again gently, cupping his face in my hands.
"It's okay Muriel.  Come here."
I wrapped my arms the best I could around his large form trying my best to comfort him.  I felt his hot tears cascade down the crook of my neck as I held him. 
"I'm so sorry.. I'll.. I'll tell you everything y/n, I'm so sorry."