Embrace

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Her feet slowly carried her through the halls. Her features slightly lightened as she passed others.

She slowly came to a stop in front of a door. Eyes lowered to the cloth and furrowed.

Quietly, she paced a small unconscious circle. She looked as a child would when contemplating on telling the truth or not. Though the subject was on a particular cloth.

"Is something wrong?"

Shoulders hitched as she jumped,  her hands allowed the gift to slide through her fingers.

"Don't let it hit the ground!"

Footsteps hastened closer, as she managed to barely grasped the cloth and clutched it tighter to her chest.

The sound of steps paused  next to her and a nice laugh following.

"You look like a child up to no good."

Indeed, she was squatting on the ground, hands hugging the cloth to her chest and face formed into a red pout.

She felt silly, but her reaction could not be stopped.

A pale face came into her view and now brown eyes bored into hers. An expression was not visible at first, however a gentle and small smile soon followed.

"Looks like I was right, I thought that was expensive, but that is high quality, royals high quality ."

"...."

' He gave me....fabric for royals with nothing but my success in exchange?'

"Considering the colors, Gilgamesh?"

A soft thud filled the strangers ears rather quickly and following another heart felt laugh.

"Sorry, sorry, you're innocence is just so...rare!"

Arms grabbed at the sides as the laughing only grew in volume. Her hair fluttered about as the stranger battled a war for air.

The red face now making a stern pout. She has been the source of laughter the entirety of the day.

"...sorry...ah I am what you may call one of the head servants. Ai'jin."

Slowly standing up, (H/C) strands shifted as she tilted her head.

"As you have guessed I am far from home."

"(Y/N)."

"Ah great, thought you were familiar, your the dancer! Well, assuming it has to do with the cloth, you have no clue on what to do with it."

A shy nod followed as she glanced anywhere, but at the woman in front of her.

"So that means, you do not know the way of a thread and needle."

The blunt statement was met with the puffing of cheeks and a glare.

Which was then countered with Ai'jins struggle to hold her humor.

"Well no problem, actually better now than never."

With a mischievous smile foosteps followed her wake as she grabbed the young woman and proceeded down the hall.

She tried her best to follow however, the woman might as well drag her all the way to where they were heading. Her speed was inhumane and so was her grip.

"Um.."

"Not to worry when we are done, you will not be seeing anything outside his room for a couple of days."

More of the familar sound of laughing filled her ears as her eyes widened and face paled.

If she was not trying to free herself earlier she defiantly did now and to no avail.  Ai'jin had the grip of a boa and was not letting up, heightening the womans fear.

'He's going to lock me up!?!...I- want to confess not become a prisoner!'

"Pfft, If I was you I would embrace this opportunity that will lead to your new life! A prisoner of his embrace..."

The sound her her humor rampaged through the halls as she marched onwards.

'......help...'













A/N: *laughs insanely* sorry but seeing as your a closed off dancer Gilgamesh is the only man you've been around that and the vender. So, it was written as if you miss took what she said. (This idea formed in my head for a month before i decided to settle on it...i couldn't. Help it watching this in my head was funny.)

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