Dimencreas (One-Shots)

(18+) Loose Thread - Aglaea

A/n: Didn't update for a while hence long chapter. I couldn't fuckin sleep because of hsr's goddamn update where everybody were meeting their demise!

(Warning: a bit of spoiler, smut and angst. Don't say I didn't warn ya.)

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Aglaea was bathing in one of the private chambers of Okhema. Steam billowed against her bare frame, and she shuddered when she felt Y/n's touch ghosting against her skin. No sooner, slender goosebumps emerged across her nape and she closed her eyes to bask in her touch.

“Ah, darling, you’ve come.”

She didn’t turn towards her lover, but she didn’t need to. Aglaea could sense Y/n's approach from her scent before she even arrived. And now, as Y/n's naked body pressed up against her wet form, the seamstress could feel her darling's body heat radiating against her.

“You know you should avoid baths like this while being alone, right? That prophecy of you dying in the bath where you bathed worries me.” Her lover muttered.

Aglaea could scent the alcohol from Y/n's breath that causes a small little chuckle escaped Aglaea.

“Oh, my darling…”

She leaned back against her lover’s form, and her slender hands moved in a graceful gesture, gently guiding Y/n's hands to rest on her bare stomach. Her skin was warm to the touch— soft and supple like finely woven silk.

“You worry too much more than I.”

Y/n’s hands seemed to react of her own accord. The alcohol had clearly loosened her darling’s inhibitions as her palms began to roam further up, now venturing to touch the undersides of Aglaea’s full chest.

The goldweaver bit back a sharp gasp in her throat, and she tilted her head to the side, offering her long neck in a teasing gesture.

“My darling… What’s gotten into you today? You’re quite handsy this evening…”

“....”

“Is that all you're going to say to me?”

Aglaea reached her hand behind her before gently grasping onto Y/n's chin from behind. She guided it to rest upon her shoulder, and leaned closer to whisper into her lover's ear.

“You smell of liquor. I hope you haven't been drinking too much wine.” Her words were spoken in a teasing tone, but there was a hint of concern in there as well.

“I'm worried, Aglaea...” Y/n whispers.

“....”

There it was.

Aglaea sighed, and the playfulness in her voice subsided ever so slightly. The goldweaver gently extricated herself from her beloved's grip, and finally turned around to face her, causing the water to splash lightly from the motion.

“You're worried about me..?”

She slowly lifted her hands and placed them on either side of her darling's face. Her eyes searched Y/n's, seeing the drunken, yet troubled look in them.

“How could I not? Your... golden threads... They're wavering, is it not? I could even sense you're having a hard time reading what's on my mind lately.”

A faint grimace crossed her features.

Aglaea knew… she knew this day would come. She didn’t speak for a long moment. Her gaze bore into Y/n’s, trying to discern just how much the liquor had affected her beloved.