Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Milo* · 10-15-2020, 02:06 AM

Teal eyes meeting blue, he saw the real thrill of terror in her eyes when she peered up at him in the darkness. Then when Milo felt Nausicaa immediately shift to snuggle closer to him and hide her face away from the world, his stomach twisted and his heart broke. He had no idea she was so prone to fear, and if he had, he certainly wouldn't have gone through with trying to scare her further. He swallowed hard, ignoring all social decorum in this moment to make sure she felt safe and comfortable. She had been so open and gracious with him, offering him a place to stay for the night and a warm fire to relax by, how could he ever think of doing something other than helping her now? She was scared and he could help—that was all that mattered.

The wind outside rustled the trees harder, filling the otherwise silent night with the cacophony of colliding leaves and branches. He peered down at Nausicaa, watching her while she slowly calmed herself down by hiding her face in his fur. At least she seemed to be coming back down now, no longer shaking quite as bad. He sighed softly and gently rubbed along her back with his paw, keeping her held safe against him until she had settled down once again. Milo remained silent as he just listened to Nausicaa breathe and felt her body relax. Once she had settled down, he tilted his head down to meet her blue gaze once more, the corners of his mouth curling upwards in a small smile. Milo was a week-traveled, open-minded young man, and where he would have found snuggling with a stranger an odd circumstance, this situation was different. He was being supportive—plus he didn't know Boreas' social customs yet, or if Nausicaa was simply a very friendly, very forward wolf. Besides, she wasn't exactly a stranger anymore. She was Nausicaa, the outwardly friendly wolf who lived in the mangroves with her family who liked to explore and swim for exercise and hated scary stories.

Her apology pricked his ears up, and his expression softened as he shook his head, just a small side-to-side motion in the dark of the den. "You didn't wake me up, I wasn't really asleep. I don't really sleep much..." he replied. "Besides, I'd rather wake up to make sure you're okay... You look like you had quite the fright. It's all okay now, though, you're safe..." He offered her a warm half smile, hoping she'd be able to see it in the dark. He saw some traces of an emotion he couldn't quite place in her expression, but decided not to try and push her in her fragile state. "Would you feel better if we slept together like this...?" he asked, letting her decide what she was comfortable with. He, of course, didn't mind at all, especially if he knew it helped her feel better.

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