Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

11: Blooming Flowers, Blooming Feelings

(A/N: Heads up...this chapter is over 3,000 words. OoPs...hOw Did tHaT hAPpEn?¿?)

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The screams echo all around, and you watch in fear as their bodies sink into the dirt.

You cannot stop it, the tingling at your fingertips, but as you watch the evil men disappear into the earth, you don't want to stop it. You want them gone, eradicated, unable to harm Caligo ever again.

For the first time in your life, you want to watch them die.

You want to watch them die by your hands.

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You can feel yourself slowly rouse, and you immediately shove away all thoughts of that odd, terrible dream.

Something warm is covering you, and you're laying on something soft. You want to open your eyes, but the world around you appears too bright, and your head is throbbing to the point of nausea.

The waves of pain slowly decrease, and the light seems to dim on its own — that or you're getting used to it — so you crack your eyes open. To your surprise, your eyes are immediately met with a black snout and worried white orbs.

You lift your hand to Caligo's face and scratch his chin, giggling when his eyes flutter closed and he stretches his neck out to give you better access.

"I'm glad you're finally awake," an older woman's voice causes you to crane your head to the side, and you realize that you're in a large living room with high ceilings, wooden walls, and minimal decor, like a big cottage.

The woman's left brown eye and right green eye shine kindly at you as she smiles, showing off the wrinkles at her eyes and around her mouth. She looks to be around 50, with a few, barely noticeable grey strands in her dark brown hair that she has tied into a messy bun.

Your eyes flick down to the silver tea tray she's carrying, and when looking, you also notice that she's wearing a plain light blue dress with a small white apron tied around her waist. She takes note of your gaze.

"Have you ever had tea before?" she inquires as she meanders towards you.

Your eyes meet hers once again, and you shake your head. You've heard of it, but you were forbidden to consume it, with the only ones able to have any being Saoirse and Cormac.

Cormac. You think back on your dream, and you wonder if the earth ever stopped consuming them. Your fingers are no longer tingling, which should signal that it's stopped by now.

You hope they're all unharmed. At least, you think you hope they're all unharmed.

Once again, you force the thoughts away, and you focus on the older woman. "I was never allowed to drink any tea," you inform her as she sets the tray down on a short table in font of the couch you're laying on.

Caligo straightens up, only to stretch out his back and slump back down. He sits on the floor, with his chin and neck resting on the couch cushion, right at your feet, looking like a giant, tired dog.

You have a feeling he isn't going to leave your side anytime soon, but you're fine with that, and actually are enjoying his closeness. You never took him to be the snuggling type, with him being so burly and stoic all the time, but the change is nice and comforting, and greatly welcomed.