Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

7: Bodies By Morning

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You lean onto Caligo's warm chest, feeling his damp fur against your cold skin as you smile to yourself, enjoying the heat he's producing.

You slowly start to rouse, questioning why you're swaying back and forth as if on a boat floating in calm waters. A soft hum escapes you while you crack your eyes open.

It's dark, and black fur obscures half of your vision, keeping you from seeing much.

By burrowing your cold fingers into the thick fur, and brushing against the fur's natural grain, you feel thick pectoral muscles and realize you're flush with someone's burley chest. You fumble to push yourself up and frantically look around.

Caligo still has you sitting on his forearm, with your legs straddling both sides and his forearm being parallel with his chest, making it easier for you to lean against him.

The two of you are still wandering in the dark, somewhere far away from the cathedral. The rain has subsided, but dark clouds hang overhead, ready to release more cold water at any moment.

"Caligo," you say in a soft, groggy voice. You turn your head, craning your neck to look up at his face.

He tilts his head down, keeping a slow, rhythmic stride while he locks eyes with you. He watches you with a slight smile as you yawn while rubbing the sleep out of your left eye.

You glance down at the grass, and your eyes widen at how far up you are. You blink, then look back up at the beast, and you instinctively rest your hand on his left shoulder as if you could fall at any minute.

"Would you mind setting me down?" you ask in a small tone.

Caligo's spine tingles at the sound of your voice, and his ears perk up to catch every angelic note in your sing-song tone. He gives a soft nod in response and slowly kneels down and stretches his arm out, allowing you to slide off and onto the damp grass.

Your cheeks blossom a bright pink as you shift the skirt of your white cotton dress and straighten out the creases caused from straddling his arm for so long. You're not sure how long you were in that position for, but you're sure you'll die from embarrassment if you knew.

With a fluster, deep breath, you finish straightening out your dress and then take a look around. The ominous clouds keep you from having any concept of time, and that worries you.

What if it's morning, and we don't even know it? The question causes your heart to clench from fear.

Caligo rests his large palm on top of your head, immediately stopping your frightening thoughts. His entire hand engulfs your head, and you're sure he could crush your skull in if he wanted.

But, with the way he has it on your head, so gentle like he thinks he'll hurt you if he puts any weight on you, you know he would never harm you.

You look up at him with your brow furrowed in confusion, and he smiles lightly. The expression makes your heart flutter, but the feeling gets shadowed by the confusion.

He sucks in a deep breath, his chest expanding like a balloon, and he keeps his hand on your head, even when he starts to speak. "I...will inform you...of first light," he tells you in a single breath.

You tilt your head a bit, and he lifts his hand and lets it drape to his side, but he keeps his eyes locked with yours. You raise a curious brow.

"How will you know with all of these clouds?" you ask, your voice rising with interest.