maid • kaeya

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• third person •

"Mm..."

August shuffled as a strip of golden light came into his vision. His brows furrowed as he closed his eyes again, stretching a little.

There's... something...

Something on me...

Ugh... I'm so hot...

Why can't I move my arm... What...

August couldn't be bothered to even open his eyes again to check what it was. Whatever it was, it... made him feel so warm inside. It almost caused him to drift off to sleep again immediately.

Smells like... Lucien...

She smells nice...

August's eyes shot open.

In defeat, he closed them once again. He heaved a heavy breath, as his face scrunched almost in disbelief.

This can't be happening right now.

Already, his heart rate had begun to pick up.

Why is she in my bed? Why did she sleep with me? Didn't I tell her to go back to her room? I didn't, did I. Why didn't I?!

Lucien was snuggled right up against his chest. August's arm was trapped beneath her, while the other seemed to have been holding her the entire night. He didn't even know what to do with it now. He couldn't keep holding her. But if he didn't, what if she awoke? What would he do? No, he couldn't handle that. Oh, if only she woke up first. This was horrible. Horrible, and torturous. It was getting so hard to breathe.

What do I do? Do I wake her up? That would be kinda cruel though, wouldn't it? She seems... really at peace right now...

August's pounding heart slightly eased when he observed her. Her face was hidden in his chest, but she was just gently clutching his shirt, and he could feel her quiet breaths against him. They were like the touch of fluffy cat, warm and soft against his skin— Oh... her face was literally in... the opening of his shirt...

It didn't take long for August's heart to start beating him like a drum again, as if that cat had starting jumping on his chest instead.

August shuffled with the little movement he could make, his eyes narrow and his face red as he attempted to button his shirt up fully again. Lucien whined softly, shaking her head into him, but it was very clear that she was still unconscious. Ugh... this was so horrible.

I'm gonna have to wake her up. I'm sorry, Lucien. I can't do this. I'm losing it. I can't do it. I can't even breathe with you this close to me—

What's wrong with me??!

August's eyebrows furrowed. His pupils shrunk slightly, as his face subconsciously nuzzled the top of Lucien's head.

Why am I freaking out at her being this close anyway..?

If I really think about it... these past few days, it's been even harder than usual to be around her. She makes me feel so- so...

And then, August's heart dropped.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, I don't! Don't say anything!!! I don't!!!!

I don't like anyone! And I especially don't like her!!!!!

I don't want to be with anyone. I don't- I don't— I can't. I can't!

I can't have feelings for her!