My Cursed Love.

Chapter 8: Drunken little secrets.

To tell you the truth, I really, really, like pampering myself. I can't even remember the last time I had a full blown out spa day. It's been many years since I--- oops, heheheheh, ssssssh! That's a secret, silly!

I giggle in my own thoughts, stretching my hand out the marble bathtub and grabbing the half empty bottle of liquor, taking another sip and placing it back, cheese long gone.

Aaah, this is life....

I hum out loud, hot water constantly falling into the pool like tub from a statue. Bubbles and the scent of oils and flowers fill the room.

~Knock knock knock~

I jump up at the sudden sound, almost submerging the precious bottle before catching it just on time.

- Y-yes?~

The doors swings half open tentatively, Alissa's and Emily's heads peak in.

E. - ...Y/n?

A. - What on earth are you doing here?

- Oh, my friends! Come in, come in, don't be shy!~ I would give you some as well, but it's a secret so I can't! You are also not old or experienced enough so.

I bubble and shrug at them as they close the door behind them.

A.- I've never seen you in here before. Usually you bathe in your room. Heavens, I don't think I've seen you with less clothing than your nightwear!

I smirk at them as I get up and stretch, sore from being in the water for so long. They both immediately blush and try to look away, but curiousity won.  My well shaped body drips as water rushes around my form while I move to the steps. I carefully step out of the water, and stand before them. My long, rich, warm chestnut hair falls in loose curls, a bit flattened from the water, as it hugs my back, while few strands escape to cover whatever dignity of my bare chest they could. My pale white skin glistens red from the hot water, my fingers wrinkly.

I smirk to myself as I catch them staring and studying my body. They try to calm themselves, not so quietly, by clearing their throats and taking a deep breath. All at once, both focus on something on my chest. Curious, I look down, and the smirk falls, replaced by a small sad smile.

A deep scar runs diagonally across my heart. I bring my hand up and stroke it gently as I address them again. Both look at me in shock, fear, and worry.

- Worry not, my ladies, for it happened a loooooong time ago. It's the only one that won't fade. The others are mostly gone by now. I turn my back on them and start towards a semi covered area where I placed my clothes. I hear them gasp at the sight. Not at my bare, incredible if I may add, form, but at the very faint, almost gone mark. How did they see it if it's that faint, you ask? Well, it's hard to miss a huge line that starts at my shoulder blades and stops at my waist.

The silky, silver nightdress slides like air across my skin as I pass it over my head, underwear already on. I dry my hair, leaving it down to their natural waves, wear my long, dark blue robe, fastening it, and place my used clothes in a basket in the corner. I pass by the silent sisters before I freeze before the door.

E. - ...Y/n?

- Ooopsies! I almost forgot about my important friend!

I turn around and dance across the floor to the bottle that's come to witness my thoughts for tonight. I kiss the bottle, and turn to walk out again. This time it's a hand that stops me.

A. - Wow there, I think that's enough for tonight.

Alissa goes to grab the bottle before I snap it away from her range.

- No. You wouldn't say that if you woke up sweaty from having nightmares all night long. So instead of logic, I'll choose alcohol as my company tonight, thank you very much.

I open the door and turn my head a bit, and say:

- You can never know the troubles of others. I know we've been friends for a some time now, but please, don't assume you understand... You should go to sleep, my ladies. Goodnight, and apologies.

With finality, I walk out and close the door behind me, and start walking around leisurely. I lift the bottle to my face and pout.

- And don't you worry, I can never be mad at you, you're my only real friend. You won't hide your intentions from me.

~~~timeskip brought by y/n dancing around in the dark and lonely hallways humming to herself while enjoying the occasional moonlight that seeps through the big windows~~~

- Welp, this got boring really fast, hmph. I'm lonely. And obviously with a few screws missing from my head hehehehehe. Oh well, details details.

I grumble to myself, stopping in the middle of the corridor. A loud banging echoes around, snapping me from my melancholic trance.

Oh! It's midnight! The perfect time for doing mischief~ Speaking of lonely and heads, I don't know what all those books and loose papers are about.

......... Time to find out~ (insert grin hehehehehehehehehhe)

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The horseman gazes at the barely lit fire in the quiet of the night. He wanted to have the room warm up for his only wanted visitor, but she was no where to be found. To be honest, it frustrated him. A lot. He didn't know where she was, what she was doing, if she was okay. He couldn't go look for her, he couldn't touch her, feel her, embrace her. While lost in thought, a soft, melodic humming entered his senses. He focused on the sound, recognition lightening his eyes at the familiar voice. Although, the tune he did not know. Which is odd, he has heard the same tunes over and over leave her rosy lips, but never this one.

The door is pushed open with the weight of her body, giggling when her foot slips back a little, and a weird bottle in her grasp.

- Hello, my fair horseman!~

-.....

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Hello everyone! What do you think is gonna happen? I'm trying to build more character for our lovely y/n. This idea was actually not in the original plot, but this part was pretty jumbled up in my mind. Like, from the dinner, kinda zoomed to the end, but I want to have more meaningful contents than just that.

Anyway, thank you for reading, my lovely butterflies~~~