My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 88: Afternoon Gladoration

"Getting used to immediately becoming lucid when dreaming feels rather weird."

The ruins stretched endlessly, carved from marble veins and cracked obsidian, their grandeur forgotten by time.

Banners fluttered on collapsed pylons, their glyphs unrecognized by any living archive.

They bore the mark of something ancient, neither hostile nor comforting, swaying in a wind that didn’t reach the skin.

The skies above were a hue that could not exist in reality—neither dusk nor dawn, a perpetual moment in between.

Kivas walked among the stones with no weapon, no armor, and no fear. She had been visiting this kind of random dreamscape many times.

Dreamscapes always shifted, but there was a thread of familiarity. Whetherthe air too still, the color too silent.

She scanned the area out of habit, searching for silhouettes, claw-etched geometry, or any signs of a Nightmare crawling from her soul’s fracture.

"Looks like I’m free for the time being."

And so she sat on a fractured pillar, letting one leg dangle into the void between slabs.

She leaned back, eyes half-lidded, sighing against the stillness that didn’t press against her.

She wasn’t even surprised when the Lust Tier Divine Construct arrived through their own conscience.

Its blindfold glowed faintly, its body hovering above the shattered plaza. Arm-wings half-folded behind its back, it radiated that usual smug defiance blended with devotion—an ever-shifting showcase of cunningness.

"You’re alone, so fast," it said, voice layered with echo and silk.

"Technically not," Kivas replied. "You’re here."

The Construct tilted its head. "Were the two of them too harsh earlier?"

Kivas chuckled and leaned further back, arms supporting her weight. "I was just going with the flow before the last moment. I figured if I knocked myself unconscious, they’d stop doing what they were doing. And they did."

"So dramatic."

"I mean... I can embrace them both if I wanted to. That wasn’t the issue." Kivas smirked. "Being held and embraced by two beautiful figures would be a dream of mine after all, especially if they were so affectionate."

"Then why didn’t you?"

"I’m not ready to embrace joy," Kivas said, voice softer now. "Not to enjoy life like that. Not when I still feel like I haven’t earned that luxury, nor should I be when calamity and ill fate can come at any moment and snatch all of it in a blink of an eye anyway."

"That is quite the depressing outlook, Celestial Avatar." The Construct circled her slowly, triangular needle-like legs never touching the ground. "Should I let the Divine Hive know about this reserved insecurity of yours?"

Kivas let her gaze drift upward, watching the impossible sky pulse with veins of starlight. "Go ahead. Or don’t. Honestly, it’s kind of a relief that someone else will tell her for me. I’m not exactly proud of it."

"She’s unconscious right now, anyway," the Construct said with a shrug. "Our spiritual link is self-contained at the moment. Divine Hive’s conscious mind is off. Only we—her network—are active, running synchronized autonomous cognition throughout all Divine Constructs."

Kivas looked over. "So you’re basically piloting yourselves without Samael around?""

"Correct. Sub-personality continuity routing. We’re basically handling her responsibilities and extended function until she wakes."

"Will she remember all this?"

"She will." The Lust Tier Divine Construct smiled. "Once she reconnects with the Well, all current data streams—this conversation included—will update her core memory. She’ll know everything we experienced."

Kivas sighed into a smile. "That’s convenient. Though, I find it adorable that she also sleeps at the same time as me."

"Indeed." The Construct leaned in, voice quieter. "She doesn’t sleep when you do, you know."

"That is true." Kivas tilted her head. "What prompted her to do it?"

"She’s resting because something changed. You’ll understand if you wake up."

Kivas stood, brushing her hands on the cloth of her dreamself. "Fine."

Kivas was at the point where she could just choose to wake up or instantly sleep at any given time thanks to her high IQ stats.

To an extent, the IQ stats also affect one’s control of their own thinking process and bodily function, this includes the function of natural bodily repair such as sleep cycle and even the removing one’s own pain.

"I hope that you’re not too wild when Samael was not around, please give her a break from whatever is going to be your future shenanigans."

The Lust Tier Divine Construct chuckled. "I shall take your words to heart, Celestial Avatar."

The ruins began to fade, reality dissolving with them.

When Kivas opened her eyes, the sky was a deep orange, light filtering through the canopy in fractured brilliance.

She was lying on her ceremonial bed, soft layers of woven silks beneath her, the scent of sanctified wood smoke lingering in the air.

Samael lay curled around her, clinging to her torso like a favorite pillow. Her breath was slow, steady. Her arms tightened briefly before relaxing again, fingers splayed across Kivas’ waist.

Kivas blinked, then looked up.

Oizys sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees.

"Sleep well?" she asked, chin resting in one palm.

Kivas squinted at her, then tilted her head toward Samael. "You did something to her."

Oizys grinned and gave a slow wink. "Guilty right away~ But it’s not what you think. She’s always on alert when you’re asleep, no? Always. It’s been quite a while since she let herself be on the same bed as her beloved, not just guarding the perimeter or pretending to be aloof."

"That’s... new." Kivas glanced down at the way Samael’s fingers curled, gently, into the folds of her waist wrap. "Did you drug her?"

"Emotionally, maybe. Spiritually? That’s trickier." Oizys stretched her arms upward, fingers cracking. "But the truth is rather simple. She trusted me, that’s why she could sleep."

Kivas didn’t answer immediately. She studied Samael’s face—her usual sharpness gone, replaced by something open and vulnerable.

Samael’s features were softer in sleep, peaceful in a way Kivas rarely witnessed.

"I don’t trust you," Kivas said, voice quiet.

Oizys shrugged. "Fair."

"But if she does—" Kivas paused. "Then thank you. For giving her a break."

Oizys offered a theatrical bow from her seated position. "The pleasure is all mine."

Kivas shifted slowly, raising a hand and brushing it through Samael’s hair, fingers combing the strands from her forehead. Samael stirred slightly but didn’t wake, only pressed closer with a quiet breath and a half-mumbled word.

Kivas kept combing Samael’s hair.

"Where did you come from?" Kivas asked quietly, fingers still running through Samael’s hair.

The breeze stirred the canopy overhead, painting light across the ceremonial bed in shifting hues of orange and amber.

Oizys turned her gaze skyward, arms propping behind her on the bedframe. "From a gentle place. A world that never tried to kill you outright... but it made you want to disappear all the same~"

Kivas glanced at her. "Does this place exist in Fathomi?"

Oizys smirked faintly, her tone light, teasing. "Far before I ever set foot in Fathomi. It’s not a place you find on a map. More like... something you wake up from and wonder how it still haunts you even when it’s gone."

"You sound like someone who’s been through quite a bit," Kivas said, voice soft.

"There were times I wanted to give up," Oizys admitted, her smile growing thinner. "Honestly, I think I did give up, for a long while. Not in the dramatic sense, not loud or explosive. Just... faded. Existed. Until something eventually dragged me along like a boat with a hanging anchor, latching onto a nearly dead fish that is me." Her gaze shifted toward Kivas. "I didn’t know what I was looking for. I still don’t...

"But meeting you—being here, with you and that dork of a dragon—it’s the first time I’ve felt like maybe... maybe I don’t have to keep disappearing."

Kivas tilted her head slightly, brushing Samael’s bangs aside.

She looked at Oizys with a steady warmth that held no judgment.

"Well, I don’t know what kind of story you’re walking away from, but I can tell you this much," she said gently. "Samael and I, we were nobodies to each other too. Just two weird existences flung together by circumstance."

Kivas smiled—small, sincere, touched with something luminous.

"Vaingall may look brutal from the outside, but it grows on you," she continued. "Especially when you’ve got people who care." Kivas closed her eyes, letting her smile free. "And you’re my soulmate now, that means your path will be full of resistance... but I’ll be here. With Samael, I’ll make sure you feel like you belong, not drifting with the flow.

"You won’t fade here. I won’t let you. I will stop that boat and pick you up from that dilapidated anchor, and point toward the islands where we can visit when you have no destination to strive for."

For a moment, Oizys said nothing.

Her mouth parted slightly, but the words tangled.

Then she laughed—softly, quietly, but with a sincerity that broke the stillness.

"To think... there is someone like this, someone this close all along," she said, her voice cracking just a bit. But a moment later, she smiled, returning to her usual sly and playful gaze. "Nice to meet you then, my beloved~"

The moment was cut short as Samael stirred in Kivas’ arms, her wings twitching, her body stretching instantly like a cat disturbed from sleep.

Then, with a low breath, she shot up—eyes locking onto Kivas in an instant.

Her arms wrapped around Kivas, clutching her like she might vanish.

Samael growled softly, then turned her head sharply toward Oizys, her voice dropping an octave. "You better not take her affection for granted, you hear?"

Oizys raised an eyebrow, her smile returning with mischief. "Oh, don’t worry. I plan to reciprocate intensely."

"You’re too early for that kind of intimacy," Samael snapped, her arm curling possessively around Kivas’ waist. "Kivas doesn’t like people being too fast. You need to take it slow."

"How do you know?" Oizys placed a finger to her lip. "What if she wants someone who takes the lead? Someone curious... bold... fearless?"

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"I’m just offering possibilities~"

"You’re offering manipulation."

"Maybe she likes a little push."

"She doesn’t."

"I’m right here, you know," Kivas said, loud enough for them both to stop. "Also, what you both said barely hit the mark either... Regardless."

Samael’s grip loosened slightly. Oizys sat up straighter, attentive.

Kivas exhaled, brushing both their arms aside as she sat upright between them.

"I have jobs for both of you," she said, her tone clear, commanding—but not unkind.

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