30 prompts - Arcana Oc

"what happened to her ?"

    Cana looked up, not expecting the question. "Who are you talking about Muri ?" They were under the coliseum after one of Muriel's many fights as the Count executioner. The young woman had come down every day after sunset for the past year, tending to his wounds and making sure he was doing well. She also was the one he would turn to when he needed to talk; not like he had many other optons.
    "You know who...the daughter of that man..."
    "That is so unspecific..."
    He growled lowly and averted his eyes. He never liked to talk about the ones he killed, sometimes she felt he would rather forget he ever shed the blood of anyone. He was not a violent man, from what Asra told her he never was, and yet he was forced to be because her idiot of a brother had he power to. Cana gently stroke his hand and smirked when he blushed. One thing with him was that she needed to be patient, he wasn't talkative, it even was very weird for him to ask her something like that out of the blue. She waited until he mustered whatever he needed to continue
    "The daughter of the bartender. The red head girl. What happened to her"
    Oh so that was what they were talking about. That probably was the case that struck him the most. About two months ago Lucio had a poor man executed for "high treason". All he did was accidentally spilling some beer on his expensive clothing. Muriel had to kill a lot of innocent people each day, but when the young girl has screamed her father's name as he drew his last breath, the mountain of a man she had before her was just so shocked he almost forgot to move. Cana would watch each fight to reassure him afterward, she had never saw him so terrified of what he had done. Back to the present, she squeezed his hand in hers and smiled
    "Her name is Mélusine if you wanna know. And she's fine..."
She saw his shoulder relaxing ever so slightly. She didn't knew if the next part was going to get him thrilled but she though it was only fair to add
    "Actually... she's living with me and Asra right now..."
The Scourge looked up in surprise and mostly disbelief
    "W-Wha-..Why ?"
    "Well a week ago there was this storm right ? Poor girl broke into the shop to save herself from the cold, she was drenched... she had nowhere to go so we couldn't just throw her out again. Shes's very nice, tries to help all the time, but oh God is she clumsy..."
    "She'll probably hate you both when she learn you're friends with me."
    Cana heard him add a little 'couldn't blame her' under his breath. His gaze was aiming at the ground, dark and almost angry looking. She didn't say anything, one of the hardest thing with him was debating his worth. Even though she loved him so much, even though her heart would just twist and hurt every time she saw him like this, it was like a wall, impossible to even make a dent in it. She brushed a lock of his long hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. The gesture was enough to get rid of that dark glare, replacing it with another blush, a pout even as he looked away from her once again.
    "I think she's terrified. Shes three years younger than me you know, she hasn't been raised to be strong. You can't blame her for being scared. But I think...I think she's loving enough, to overcome that, to try and learn who you really are."
    "Why should she, he scoffed. I murdered her father."
    "Lucio forced you to."
    "His blood is on my hands not his."
    The young woman sighed but stopped arguing, it wouldn't lead anywhere.
    "You're not nearly as bad as you think you are Muri."
    "You keep saying this every time..."
    "Well, one, you can't blame a girl for trying. And two, she kissed his bruised knuckles, maybe one day it'll get through to you."
    He blushed even redder and lowered his eyes, bringing his long dark hair to cover his face, grumbling something under her breath she didn't catch : the discussion was over for a while. Cana went back to tending to his wounds, not making a sound in the comfortable silence that always followed their little chats. In the back of her head, she hoped that he and Mélusine could become friends later on, she'd love to see his circle of friends grew wider than her, Asra and Faust... She smiled at the though of all of them happy. Maybe the future would be kind, who knows.