fireworks and rum

Indigo’s musing at the canopy was interrupted as Chimera shifted. Out of the corner of his blue eyes the boy didn’t miss the pup bristling and the aggression in his voice. He felt himself stiffen lightly as he prepared for any potential outcome. Maybe Indy had gotten a little too close to the boy’s den, but Indigo was certainly not intruding.

”No, what?” What kind of authority did this boy have? Indigo was sure that it wasn’t anymore than his own. Chimera went on and called him names, but he wasn’t about to be intimidated by the Ashen prince. ”Because I’m not trespassing.” He explained boldly, he was allowed to be here. He wasn’t about to be chased off by prickly words. Indigo didn’t want to intrude on the boy’s space, but it wasn’t like he’d traipsed through his den or front lawn. Okay maybe the front lawn. ”And I’m not a slave.” He added on, making no move to leave. Chimera brought out a stubborness in him he hadn’t realized was there.